findings

lost for dead and gone
nearly forgotten in the precious past
scrambling to stay afoot while scrapping
over crumbs of possibility with ghosts of guilt and anger
coming to a place where things were standing
waiting for someone to find them
nameless blameless pieces
sing out take me

assembled together
it appears that there is a plan
a use to put to these things
for good

finding my voice
slipping through vanities foolishness
stopping and gazing at grand graces
lit in the distance of the future
open my mouth and try to say
this is who i am now
my song is coming
wait and listen

 

Louie Spooner Bucklin   copyright 2017

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