I don’t think I’m the only one who puts things in safe places and then can’t remember where the safe place is. Or I go looking for something and then can’t remember what I’m looking for. Just those days when there’s too much going on, I’ve too much on my mind …
GONE MISSING
I lost what I was looking for
whatever it was
shoe light switch
bridle mail slot
if I could peer
round that building
over that hedge
I’d find hang onto
if I knew what it was
flat tire scarf
tree where we picnicked
anchor cry of actors
oh the frustration
of catching that glimpse
as it flicks out of sight
a rattling echo
of something or other
first published in the Camel Saloon
Those Blue Shoes for ages 7-11 … Weston’s … skill in juggling time past with time present … the plot unfolds with fast-paced action, mystery, suspense and even a ghost. Joan Givner
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