Lost Poetry
I carried my poetry in an old
Leather valise closed and opened with
A pleated accordion top that
Kept my notches recorded in little
Books and tiny magazines from
Small universities and shimmering
Ambitious pressed until
One day in a thunderstorm,
My valise was swept away and I had
To start all over
Every poem save memories
Washed away like bottles with notes
Bobbing in the waves
Going away, receding into the
Depths and I could not swim
Bravely or fast enough or smart enough
And the rescuers could not deal with bottles of
Poems
Sheaves of paper
Unpublished manuscripts lost at sea.
A baboon eating cereal guarded the
Waters, slapping at my creations
Sending them further and further away
Until a tear in my heart collapsed
And I backed away into a higher dimension
Starting a new poem that I carry in my new valise
Still time and explosions to be filled
Copyright © Rhea Daniel Dear | Year Posted 2007
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