She is Lost
I know she is lost
but those lost
can be brought home
I want to print
one hundred
missing flyers
but how she’d hate
to be found
believes she knows
this twisting trail
Like her mother’s
weary face
awaiting a simple knock
If I linger
in her swelling shadow
will I be swallowed?
If I dispel
my every urge
to search and save
will she forget me?
If I rush
toward her trembling arm
golden cape draped from my neck
will she resent me?
Missing pets
might stray to long
surrounding sidewalks
turn strange
She is far from
a mangy mutt
still she prowls in pursuit
of his fleeting praise
How does he have her
blindly convinced
he is steering
the right direction
How does he have her
mindlessly certain
his hostile affection
is truer than us
Us who never screamed
who seldom swore
would not dare sneer
It is unsettling
to remain upset
I have lost her
She is the one
trudging through
the disorienting fog
She is the one
facing the perilously unknown
evergreen grove
miles from home
I am only the one
who knows
she is lost
Copyright © MAIA LEWIN | Year Posted 2024
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