Friday, April 23, 2010

Two Bad Things

Lost my face on Friday.
Don't know where or how.

Lost my face, then lost my patience.
Can't find either now.

So someone told me one time
when something good gets lost,
it drags with it two bad, bad
Makes a hard thing feel more soft.

So if you see it somewhere,
my face, my missing face,
Pick it up and give it back,
'lest it be one of
Two bad, bad things:

My face. Your missing grace.

4 2010