To The Lost And Found Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

To The Lost And Found

To the lost and found

Dear Sir, or Madam,
I look for Ezra Pond.

He was a matchmaker,
In Paris of his days.

Matched writers, publishers,
The artists with buyers.

I need him, search for him,
Let me know if find him.

I fear Washington,
May arrest and kill him.

Monday, September 18, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: paris,writers
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