A Bad Start Poem by David Howerton

Searched through rubble
at driveways edge
looking for a spool of thread,
dropped this morning
when your sewing box got hung on door.
Think I found most of it
but who knows
didn't have much time
and it was kind of dark.
This afternoon when
sun is setting and all's twilight
it'll be time to search
under seats
and hope to find nothing.
Any mess comes to often
but when
the day starts
with dropping something important
and lossing some stuff
maybe it's time
to lay down for a while
and hope things will be different later.