Things that Trickle Up and Things that Trickle Down

what if dollars trickled down like leaves?
crackling and crunching beneath my feet
is a multi-colored carpet of leaves
and more leaves are trickling down around me
if these leaves were dollars
would I be a wealthy man?
rain trickles down and so does melting snow
showers and leaky faucets trickle down
but dollars never tickle down
money, like cream and scoundrels, only rises to the top
it is the opposite of leaves, which never fall upward,
but always trickle down
a leaf just fell on my head
I’m surrounded by leaves: crimson leaves,
yellow and orange leaves, brownish leaves,
blueish and reddish and purplish leaves,
leaves of breathtaking beauty
imagine how sad it would be if,
instead of leaves, they were dollars

This article was posted on Sunday, December 5th, 2021 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.