Tzedaka box

On Friday nights
I slipped a coin
through the thin lips
of the blue box.

It was satisfying
to hear it clatterย ;
I could feed the tin
but not myself.

 

 

Sally Michaelson is a recently retired Conference Interpreter living in Brussels. Her poems have been published inย Ink Sweat & Tears, Lighthouse, Algebra of Owls, The Bangor Literary Journal, Squawk Back, Amethyst, and The Lake.

 

Note: A tzedaka box is for giving charity