today’s prompt: write about money! It could be about not having enough, having too much (a nice kind of problem to have), the smell, or feel, or sensory aspects of money. It could also just be a poem about how we decide what has value or worth.

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in and of itself it was nothing
that was the oddness
everything it was made of
was precious to the home planet
was irreplaceable in the long run

it was made of water bearing trees
it was made of metals that
shapeshift in fire
it was made of earth core
sculpted with names

people who had nothing else
but currency
were never considered lazy
and people who worked all day
in the sun, cleaning up the world
were given no dignity

when we came here, we left behind
systems of getting without doing

here we all make the world

that is your lesson on currency