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A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Founder & General Editor
Volume 10, Number 4, December 2016


Frank J. Tassone
Montebello, NY, USA

Lost Keys and Found Coins

Somewhere in the snow lay my car keys. They fell out of my pocket while I operated the snow-blower. Now, the sun drops behind the Ramapo Mountains. Soon, the temperature will drop below zero.

I thrust my arm up to the elbow into a snowbank. Nothing. I search the surface, hoping I only dropped them in line of sight. No sign. I look in my pockets again, in case I simply missed them. No such luck.

The light fades too quickly. I return inside. Sigh as I strip off my sweat-sodden cloths. Brood while I savor a hot shower. Muse over a hot cup of coffee about the parable of the lost coin from Luke’s Gospel. That woman lit lamps and swept her house to find a drachma coin, whose discovery she deemed worthy of a neighborhood celebration.

I can’t hope to share her joy before spring thaw.

moonlit snow
so much loss
beneath the crust



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