Coins

A bowl in the shape of a friendly long dog holds coins of all shapes, colors, and sizes They sit one on top of another, waiting anxiously to be used for prizes. On hot summer days we would bring the dish with us We would pile in the pickup like it was a bus. Once at the snow cone stand we would debate over flavors, which ones to try Once we had an order in place we would walk up to the counter with our endless supply. And one by one these coins left “the dog”, and were replaced with sugary ice Off we would go, back to the house where the AC would surely feel nice. But as the quarters and dimes diminished, one thing was for certain They would slowly build up all year long for our next snow cone excursion.