April 28, 2010 (I was 65)
In an evolutionary manner
something misplaced becomes lost
like a favorite bowl for cereal
or a pocket magnifying glass
a sweater worn every winter
an important poem friend
the perfect size and curved to serve the spoon
precision crafted life enlarger
warm wrap of retention
layered revelations a shared complexity
What at first is simply not at hand
a disengagement from routine encounters
adjusted agenda, procedural shift
a temporary displacement
officially missing as soon as questions are asked
Inquiry into the habitual haunts
turns up nothing
empty washers and crowded cabinets
whatever it is shrunk out of sight
powdered to ceramic dust
frayed to wind-born lint
forgotten words of forgotten promises
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