Wallet.

"The first thrill of joy to my awakened soul let it come from his glance. And let my return to myself be immediate return to him."

-Rabindranath Tagore, Gitangali, Poem # 47, Scribner Publ., 1941

When I threw my father's wallet in the trash it

looked as useworn and natural

As the tongue of a grumpy tortoise.

I have looked at all the right monuments to perfection

And arrived poorly prepared with

Softest questions.