A found button

 

Sewn onto a rough wool jacket, 

a swirl of black and gray 

saved once from an unsure fate 

and then safely tucked away

into the coat’s old pocket 

til it was carelessly strewn 

on the sidewalk, near the 

mailbox, left to face its doom. 

By intuition or by luck, 

I came upon it on my way,

for I knew the button had been lost

and there it was, plain as day.