THE WALLET'S MISSING
It was only an old battered thing with cash for food and bus fares this week.
&
a picture of the Dalai Lama
a great subway and bus map
some random calling cards
a credit for photocopying
a safety pin & a bobby pin
Gone where all stolen things go
to roost & ruminate
There was a wonderful sunset as the train pulled out of New Haven and made it's way to Manhattan, with me carrying homemade cakes from dear country friends
&
earlier that same sun making it's path shimmer on the Connecticut River
