Ely Street Poet: Small treasures and forgotten items

Small treasures and forgotten items have begun to appear on somewhat dry land after the ice has begun to recede. I’ve been walking at least a couple of miles each day again, now that it is safe enough not to take another spill and my sprained ankle is healed enough.

Today I picked up a smooth rock that I’d first noticed five or six days ago. It looked at first glance like a smooth Lake Superior stone, but in the hand it felt like pumice, rough, with the texture of sandpaper.

I’ve found two keys, one a house key and one a car key. Laying in the street were two pennies, one dime and a very corroded quarter.