my granddad gave me a dollar once.
I was so happy.
So much so, that while driving back home I held it out the window for the wold to see
the dead presidents face flapping in the wind at 70 mph down I-55
But in an instant, it was gone.
and I always wondered where it went.
Who was the lucky one?
I like to think that someone needed that dollar,
And picked it up
just in the nick of time
and slid that dollar in the vending machine
to buy an ice cold pop