Sunday, July 24, 2011

on being lost

my son is looking for his dinosaurs
all twenty-four of the one-inch figures
bought two years and 3000 miles ago.

he still remembers, and says to
me: there used to be two like this,
where is the other one?

oh, i say, we always seem to lose track
of these small things, checking under
the bed, as if it might possibly be so easy.

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