The Weight of Spare Change

A tip jar filled with the weight of chance,

a collection of kindness in this sleepy dance.

Loose coins rattle like laughter from dreams,

shiny reminders that not all is as it seems.

I watch the barista, cup balanced with care,

a smile like a bridge in the morning air.

Each drop of change, a gesture, a thought,

a small piece of warmth for the joy that she's brought.