Found and Lost
There was no key until I got the door
There was no found until the lost.
Everything vanishes like the sun at dusk.
So the key,
pulled out of my pocket by a sprite.
A dirty trick until I laughed
and had a leisurely cup of tea.
Retracing my steps,
there came the door,
then lying forlorn
under leaves on the ground,
my lovely lovely key.
©Susa Silvermarie 2024
(photo: my son Dave who has always had the key to his mother’s heart.)
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