the lost wallet

someone returns your wallet
that you've dropped out of your car
because you had books, and groceries,
keys and a phone to hold
and cradle as you tried
to get home.
you see the wallet
in a plastic bag the next
morning on your porch.
there is nothing missing.
not even the strip of cardboard
with the measurements
of the air furnace filter size.
you don't keep money in your
wallet.
what if you lost it,
or if it was stolen.
your library card is still there.
so is your
macy's card and penny's,
and book club,
the shoe store card,
firestone, and a small torn
sheet of paper,
folded with someone's
phone number written
down in smudged ink. you are
grateful for that.
maybe you'll call her
sometime, see what's going on.