Tsunami HiroshiSu

(September 15,1996 / Fort Collins, Colorado)

Lost and Found


I lost a set of curtains and the dust in them, too
I lost a candelabra, it was still lit; a fire hazard
I lost the sound of blue and even though
I held it fast, it slipped away like trying to grasp water
I lost a ring of steel, what I'd use it for
I still don't know, will never know I lost it
I lost my marbles, they're rolling on the floor around my head
Glass and beads and funny things,
I'll never know I lost it

I found a crazy world hidden beneath a rock
I found a place alone but for imaginary friends
I found a dream in quiet darkness and lost it
when my eyes flew open
I found a new cereamic, fired around the edge
I found the taste of winter, cold and blue
I found a crevice in the lake and almost fell all the way through
I found a pencil even though I lost all the rest
I found a gleaming memory hidden under the bed so far
I'd almost forgotten
I found somwhere to keep it safe

What I lost was not important
I found something even better than marmalade
Which is a great accomplishment.

Submitted: Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Edited: Monday, August 20, 2012

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