Lost & Found

The small box,

like the ones that hold

an engagement ring,

was sitting on

the island counter

at the bank.

You know the kind.

With brochures promoting

home equity loans.

Deposit slips.

A dried out ballpoint pen

attached to a chain.

Someone must have

forgotten this, I thought.

I'll just take a peek

and see what it is

before I give it to a teller.

Inside the box

was a single bullet

nestled on red velvet.

How curious!

This ugly thing

ensconced like a treasure.

What will happen if I

take this to a teller?

Will she think it's

some kind of threat?

Maybe it would be better

to just leave it here.

My fingerprints

are on the box......

I better wipe them off.

But the bank officer over there

is looking at me, did she

see me open up the box?

I'll just slip it in my pocket

nod and smile, walk out real casual.

Nothing to see here,

have a nice day.

It's bright outside

so I put on my Ray-bans

and wait at the curb

for a minivan loaded full

with a girl's soccer team

to pass by.

The bank officer rushes out

the door of the bank.

Sir? Did you forget something?

I think you left your wallet on the counter.

She flips it open, looks at my ID.

Mr Chambers? I think this is yours.