In the parking lot I spy
a tiny round piece of gold
and marvel at it as I enter
the abrupt harshness
of air-conditioned space.
My errand’s brief, I turn
and wait to leave
as a mother and her two young sons
navigate the precision of entrance.
The youngest insists on operating
the automatic door for himself.
I exclaim, “Whew, you made it!”
to honor his triumph and worry
slipping narrowly through.
When he smiles at me, I open
my palm to display my wealth.
“I just found this outside!”
I exclaim. “I love it because
it’s shiny and gold!” His eyes are
wide so I offer it. “I think
it’s lucky,” I decide. Cradled
in his hand now as his older brother
covets it. Perhaps he’ll drop it soon
in a different parking lot for another
grandmother to discover as we all play
the game, recognizing each other,
giving and receiving treasure
with big, excited grins.