Gone Missing

i've lost so many poems while typing one my mind has another done but then when I get back to that it is gone but that's the poetics of life my wife didn't know how to skip a stone across a calm pond so by showing her she happily did just that very thing for over an after noon as i smiled and watched some failures where the stone just wasn't meant to be a skipper but for her all had possabilaties as they skipped cross the etch a sketch com bination slide rule and gym jock strap just to keep my own insecurity we started to photo graph the first skipped rocks ringing off the water but me being no mathematician but i suppose in the back of my head that each thrown stone loses speed and so saying a whopping nine skips turns this pond into a one of a kind worth more then a million strativarii yet the encroaching weeds and sewage leave this place of once mem ories to now a no body skips stones for levity or simply simplicity cause of more or less the same thing to let the silent unused and unstrummed as in a seventy eight Martin guitar i have in my living room i don't even keep in tune let alone but actually left alone out of sight from another time and my excuse is i don't have time