Keep This Stub

This street, 

shrine, 

concrete bench, 

sewage pumping station, 

Stewart's. 

Events come, 

like drawing slips of paper

from an abandoned raffle. 

No one wanted the prize yet, 

how interesting to know who 

puts their names in; 

It was for a good cause,

you know. 

How interesting to find names

in foot prints in the snow. 

I forgot I bought those raffle tickets. 

How odd to find them here. 

How odd to share this prize: 

January.