Tuesday, 10 November 2009

Lost

Blood pumps, heart throbs

Beads of sweat

Dampen hair and clothes


You pace, same steps

Up and down

Searching here and there


Doors bang, drawers shut

Phone a friend

Ringing out, no help


Eyes rove, thoughts chase

Leather pouch

Cannot have gone far


Cry out, relief

Wallet found

Cards and cash all safe


More tomorrow...

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