By Nikki Anne Schmutz

There isn’t much
left after subtracting
the loss
from the gain.
Isn’t much room
for acquirements amid
times where coins
are scarce
and hearts are hard.
Not much
when scrounging
the Mason jar
for pennies
stuck to the bottom.
Not much
to celebrate
when Mom
is making up recipes
with ingredients
left in the pantry.
If love were
a commodity
it would be sold
on every shelf
in every store.
And hearts
would be millionaires.
But it isn’t.
It must be found
and kept safe.
Hidden from
the bottom scroungers.
Elevated despite
a precious commodity
before it is
as pennies
for a meal
without nourishment.


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