the poem was found
between breaths
it was hidden in folded pages
inside words so big
they contain tiny poems
my poem wasn't in the hangar after all
it hitched a ride in a stranger's suitcase
it came out smelling of another person
just a little
my poem returned to me
transformed by being lost
my poem was found
between breaths
and now has a life of its own
breathing in
other people's poems
between breaths
it was hidden in folded pages
inside words so big
they contain tiny poems
my poem wasn't in the hangar after all
it hitched a ride in a stranger's suitcase
it came out smelling of another person
just a little
my poem returned to me
transformed by being lost
my poem was found
between breaths
and now has a life of its own
breathing in
other people's poems
I have a feeling this lost poem found will live a long life :) Wonderful
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ReplyDeleteThis is so fine, Sue!
ReplyDeleteThank you. I have a series of lost texts in Lupa and Lamb, so nice to know there is a temple also. Mine are in the Musaeum Matricum.
ReplyDeleteOh lovely. Somehow I missed this one, Susan, when I wrote my next one continuing in lost theme. Now I read this, breath was what had to come next!
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