Poetry

Still Missing

I can’t find
my gift,
the one every
man and
woman
is said to
possess,
that personal
chandelier
to swing from
that makes
life a
party
and work
feel like
play,
no, not today,
not yesterday
or days long past
have I
found it
and I’ve poked
around a
fair amount
so I write
and tell
myself
“yes, that’s it!”
to offset
the hell
of
wondering

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