I’ve got a dollar tip

I've got a dollar,

not from an employer or my lover,

not even from my papa or my mama - 

from a stranger, a complete stranger.

It was for a poem that I wrote that day and posted on my site.

Right then, I noticed that my purple couch appeared to be brighter.

All around me, I sensed the sweet scent of gardenias and

tasted the flavor of dark cherries on my tongue, without eating any.

"What's the matter?" I said to myself, smitten by all of the sensations.

And suddenly, I felt like dancing too! What? WHAT?

Unable to resist, soaring in joy,

I launched into my solo ballet performance 

all by myself,

and somewhere in the middle

of my seventh pirouette,

I thought about

"How many of us, adults, do remain forever children 

equally delighted to receive a dollar, a flower, or jellyfish, 

as a sign that what we have done does matter 

and it counts?" 😊😊😊

* * *

Dear Readers, thank you for reading! I write mostly about love and the meaning of life. Feel free to share stories with your loved ones. I also read my writing at public events as a professional performer. Special Thanks to Pamela Mayer — my tireless friend, editor, and collaborator.