PROGRESS

 

A thrifty spirit

Gather substances

Finds himself real

As pale light

On wind-touched water.

Perhaps, in a while

Home-seeking shadows, 

Who have no homes,

Will spare memories

Of heavy coins

Or of an old

Ten dollar bill

Loosed from an envelope

Plan and gather

But spend sometimes 

Funds are swiftmelting

At last there may be

Memories to furnish 

A slender man

With sufficient store

To maintain a used

But serviceable reflection.