Parable of Her Most Fortunate Soul

The phone rode along
On the roof of the car

Where she’d set it before
Getting back in.

They called it and called it,
When she said she’d lost it,

And everyone could hear
The buzzing announcing

It was near, but no one
Could locate the phone—

Not anywhere in the car,
Not anywhere in the seats,

Not among the piles
Of coats and detritus—

Until one of them asked
Could it be on the roof?

And everyone was amazed
That the phone had survived

Driving all around town,
Unattached, in the dark.