cliff kawerani


The Lost Key

Like house flies mad with reek
Hither and thither I rummaged
Tirelessly like specters of death
Fully focused, in and out eyes I zoomed
Combing for it but was out-of-the way
Nevertheless; griped my future, worth finding

Dust gloved were my hands in this rifle
Suggested yet vainly were different keys

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