All those lost souls wandering sadly

in the space of their imaginations.

Where are they?

I can't find them,

can't help them.

All those lost socks swallowed.

by the washing machine.

Eaten up 


Where are they?


but I can't find them.

All those lost words tumbling

through the dictionary.

Sometimes I find a few

and catch them

hold them,

write them down.

Then, sometimes

a few more find me

and I grab them too

and re arrange them all.

Sometimes they are worth reading

found and picked up for keeping.



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