Infidelities

After he’d gone,

she found money in the sheets,

fallen when he pulled his trousers off.

Gathering the coins into a small pile

she set them on the window ledge.

They sat, gathering dust, guilt,

until one day her husband

scooped them into his pocket.

Small change for a call

he couldn’t make from the house.

-- Moyra Donaldson, from Snakeskin Stilettos