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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4283 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention The Other, Lost Where I Last Looked Gary Blankenship Where did I lose the left Ked? Along the roadside where the Samaritan lay, in a rice paddy drainage surrounded by 10,000 screams, with Buddy as the truck sped away? I saved the right in case I find its mate in the back of the closet under the bed, the outlet store has a half-off sale, I spot in it in a SoDo gallery painted amethyst with chartreuse flowers and gold beads. In case I lose the other. I dream an artist on the sand beaches of Baja paints chalk sketches of starving dogs and blanket vendors, each with the right foot bare, the left black canvas shod. A hang glider slides by at a height often reached by seagulls, one sneaker falls into the clear water as seabirds gather in anticipation it is their other shoe. It is not mine, so I dream on of irrigation ditches, frog hunts in half-drained swamps and foxholes, John Wayne teetering on the edge of a glassy Nevada crater. When did I lose my socks? |
