If Found Please Return - For Contest

If Found Please Return Where will they find me? Depends on who’s looking - and why? Sitting alone on the curb stone spitting at the mailbox August sun scorching the asphalt a city kid dreaming of beaches Gazing out September’s windows as the teacher drones on…and on…. Marching in the cadence of starched uniforms youthful adult - growing old Listening to the Jukebox in a “Gin Mill” soaking the sorrows before noon Chasing the children barefoot surf salted sandwiches for all Raising the hands of triumph easing the pain of loss Holding the children’s children old hands renewing hope Sitting alone on curb stone spitting at the past 3/12/2016 submitted to – WHERE WILL THEY FIND YOU – Poetry Contest sponsor – Marugu Mo