THE FOURTH Poem by Jan Lauwereyns

The man kept searching with no courage with no strength
with just his dumb mutt just his trusty

hound who sniffed out little particles strange goings-on

deep beneath the fresh earth buried here
not long ago two old folks older than the man

just about alive almost impossible grounds

to hope again even believe that
he just might he really will

see his poor dear lovely wife again

his one and only lady love of many years
who'd vanished which did not mean she was lost