What I had in my pocket

What I had in  my pocket
wasn't what I thought I had.
I thought it was an insert
with the reading for Lent III.
But when my dog wandered
off into the snow
in front of the bank
and pooped,
I reached into my pocket
for the insert
and found instead
some poems a friend wrote.

Losing all credibility
as a good citizen
and dog owner,
I used my boot
to push some snow
on top of the poop.
And took the poems
home to read
again.