Lost Codices

Written by: Glen Enloe

             With luck, someday they may find them--
             gently brush back those decades
             like lover's tears.

             They will wash those glazed letters--
             straighten cracked syllables – discern
             those once fresh thoughts
             fired fiercely in the furnaces of poetry.

             Some may sense those losses--
             savor sadness of so much
             that now seems nothing.

             In dreams we are always returning--
             arching out, moving
             like silent salmon muscling water
             as we squirm for existence,
             barely holding to lives
             with empty moist fingers.