Today it’s going to cost us twenty dollarsTo live. Five for a softball. Four for a book,A handful of ones for coffee and two sweet rolls,Bus fare, rosin for your mother’s violin.We’re completing our task. The tip I leftFor the waitress filters downLike rain, wetting the new roots of a childPerhaps, a belligerent cat that won’t let goOf a balled sock until there’s chicken to eat.As far as I can tell, daughter, it works like this:You buy bread from a grocery, a bag of applesFrom a fruit stand, and what coinsAre passed on helps others buy pencils, glue,Tickets to a movie in which laughterIs thrown into their faces.If we buy a goldfish, someone tries on a hat.If we buy crayons, someone walks home with a broom.A tip, a small purchase here and there,And things just keep going. I guess.
Gary Soto.
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