About The Thing Lost /  Joshua Alan Sturgill     

I didn’t.
Maybe you did.
In any case,
it isn’t here

Last seen
on the kitchen counter.
Last seen driving away.
Who’s in charge
of cleaning up?
Did we check
with the restaurant
or the supermarket
in case it’s there
at the front desk
at the back office

We’ve adjusted,
meanwhile. Catastrophe
or inconvenience?
Hard to say.
But the mind 

catches itself, going
over and back, trying
to retrace
the breadcrumb path
of our communal
memory


All poetry and supplementary material: copyright 2023 by Joshua Alan Sturgill. All rights reserved.

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