people would leave
things in your cab.
you had a box in your trunk
to put them.
the rings
and watches, discarded
clothes,
hats and gloves mostly,
but sometimes a dress
slipped
off, or more.
briefcases
and books, phones,
laptops
and money.
sunglasses, glasses.
a small dog once.
sometimes they'd
find you again,
calling the dispatcher
to retrieve
what belonged to them,
and other times,
over time these things
became yours.
vague memories of each
street you visited
or were hailed down
with a whistle or yell.
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