Things Have Legs
Things Have Legs
Sometimes, I swear, things grow legs
Car keys, scissors, recipes set in place
But when I look they move away
To floors and underneath the newspapers.
I almost hear them laugh, or sneer,
“Catch me if you can.” “Look, over here!”
Out of sight, out of mind playing hide and seek,
Warmer – warmer now they move again.
They love to play this mischief game,
When time is of the essence,
As minutes tick away and deadlines loom
While panic dances through our brains.
Where do all the lost things go,
Those hiding places we promise to remember,
Where even burglars would not look,
Safely tucked away for posterity.
Then suddenly to our surprise,
They reappear right before our eyes,
So pleased they try to drive us crazy
But then I know I am not crazy!
8-28-19
Copyright © Sam Kauffman | Year Posted 2019
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