Searching For The Lost Poem by Vida Nenadic

Searching For The Lost



In a row of all
lost things
the search continues
for the keys.
In whose hands are they now,
all lost keys,
as they are not
in the pockets,
and the pockets
are empty all
and nearly every pocket
has a hole?

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