by Rachel Hoyt
image by MR LIGHTMAN via freedigitalphotos.net
Missing: one poem in rhyme,
Last seen Wednesday around nine.
Two lines in the shower came,
Then dribbled right down the drain;
Three feelings blew through at noon,
Then skipped off to hop the moon;
Four signs on my commute shone,
Then went dark as sunset moaned;
Five rhymes chimed in a bird's song,
Then were hushed by a ding-dong;
Six words sparkled in my eyes,
Then went mute like stealthy spies.
The lines vanished before my pen,
Somewhere between now and when.
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