good deed

he was walking his dog, and 80 dollars cash slipped from his pocket. i was walking behind him and picked it up.
that's me, on the lookout. somehow my eye just catches.

what will i do with them all, one day. maybe nothing. they will stay slipped into the folded white envelope for a long long time, squeezed in between books on my shelf. my collection remains tucked away neatly.