the small square blue lockers
near the Limmat's changing rooms
by the deep fast-flowing river
stand neatly in rows
two blocks five by three
all have their own key
all are open to scrutiny
except for number twenty-three
which one year exactly
after two thousand and three
was totally and utterly lost
...by me
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