Lost and Found

June 20, 2002

Walking down this jagged
Red-brick street
Tumbling through the blisters
Pulsing on my feet

The green-leafed trees
Swaying softly above my head
The day it takes me
Where it wants me to be led

And so I am lost and found
And lost again
Amid the gaggle of gawking
Talking girls and men

Aside the fountain in the circle
A couple leans closer in
To share the places through which
Together they have been

The bustle here can boggle
The easily molded mind
It tempts the strong, betrays the weak
And merrily misleads the blind

The train whisks into the station
To carry me away
With my jacket and my tie
And the burdens of the day

All the strangers greet me
With their disinterested glare
To remind me of my loneliness
As if I hadn't been aware

But the clock it ticks
And the schedule is fulfilled
And the moment of our union
Is in my mind — distilled

Between the sweat and squinting
These thoughts recur every now and then
When I am found and lost
And found again

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