a lost and found poem
There are two today, a triolet and a shadorma:
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Triolet
How the hell did I lose you?
And how am I ever to find you?
It wasn’t that I tried to use you.
How the hell did I lose you?
My endless questions seem to confuse you.
I simply wanted to stay there beside you.
How the hell did I lose you?
And how am I ever to find you?
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Shadorma
I found and
Lost again that smile
That warmed me
Like a shawl,
So endlessly unfolded
And so motley dull.
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