Killian Scott
A wallet was found this morning
in front of the bus stop.
I didn’t notice it at first
until this man who wore
deep lines of both time
& working outdoors,
picked it up from the sidewalk,
& he was walking his
sweet-tempered Dobermann,
that dog never made a sound—
but the unknown man was an honest one.
After inspecting the wallet’s contents, he never pocketed the cash.
But he needed my help:
“Did the wallet belong to a man or a woman?”
He showed me its Gold American Express Card;
the name read: Killian Scott.
Not Lillian, or Jillian—Killian.
“This a strange wallet,” the man scratched his head.
I saw the coin purse, & exclaimed:
“It’s a girl!”
(Obviously he never saw many coin purses, being a guy)
“Hopefully I’ll find her,”
& then he was gone.
I got on the bus, wishing
they’ll both find each other soon.