Lost And Found (In The Beginning)

god, forgiveness, top and bottom shelves

found at crossroads and round-abouts

in the middle of deserts with no canteen

oceans with circling sharks

in hospitals hooked up to squeaky iv holders

wearing gowns that are open in the back

empty churches and duct-taped car seats with no loose change

at the bottom of toilets and needles with no plungers

the first page of dusty, never-before-opened bibles

on old, sun-faded calendars with no more days to cross out

buried within ourselves

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

End of the line. I have known many. Not of my generation, younger. Nine young lives lost to needles. This poem touches a chord and the consequences have a knock on effect through generations. A tough one Pete. Have a good day. Hope you have sunny weather.

Chris

[Pete]

thanks chris. gotta' take milo out for his walk now. "see" you later.

[Chris Shaw]

Enjoy your walk. I love that name Milo. Hope you have nice sunny weather.

[Pete]

ugh. it's raining yet again. will have to wait for the shower to pass. last few days were beautiful. thursday is grocery shopping day so of course it had to rain.

[Chris Shaw]

Poor Milo. I bet he is disappointed having to wait:)

[Pete]

he's dying for his walk and is lying down by the door. so sad. think i'll tough it out and take him soon.