Girl in a Cage

 HERE in a cage the dollars come down.

 To the click of a tube the dollars tumble.

 And out of a mouth the dollars run.


 I finger the dollars,
 Paper and silver,
 Thousands a day.


 Some days it’s fun
 to finger the dollars.

Some days…
 the dollars keep on
 in a sob or a whisper:
 A flame of rose in the hair,
 A flame of silk at the throat.

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