For Someone Else to Solve
Nov 28 2023
Emptying out the change
that bulged in my wallet
and weighed down my pocket,
I asked the cashier
to convert it into bills.
She sighed
and looked annoyed,
as if I'd asked her to empty the till
and hand it over.
Paper money,
except that these days
it's plastic.
Which means
when the end of the world comes
the bills will long outlast us,
indestructible
in the thin geologic layer
that will contain the history
of our brief existence here.
They say you can't take it with you
glory is fleeting
memory short.
All true.
Forget fame and fortune,
they're meaningless.
And even plastic money's transient;
its value a fiction,
based on tacit agreement
and social trust.
But the cashier
couldn’t care less
about a strict gold standard,
or wheelbarrows full
of paper currency;
all business
she simply corralled the coins
and scooped them into the till.
2 crisp 5s, and a couple of 1s
to complete the transaction.
I already felt lighter.
And since we're all still here,
preoccupied with daily lives
and our own personal troubles,
the end of the world
is better left
for someone else to solve.
After all, money
that's still worth something
is burning a hole in my pocket
. . . so, what on earth to buy?
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