17.32 - lost property

behind the counter: three umbrellas, a wedding ring, a child's left shoe,

and something soft they say is mine.

it has no label.

when i touch it the air fills briefly with the smell of cut oranges.

i ask where it was found.

the woman checks the ledger // between a platform and the edge of the day.

i say i will come back.

outside, everyone is carrying something they have not claimed.