The Lost and Found

The affair happened as follows:

 

A brace was left to support the whole of it;

In the wind,

In the crease,

It was so carelessly held,

Asking so little;

A lone wood nailed down.

Word must have gotten around.

 

The lonely brace;

A statement made—

Broken down to fit a broach,

Worn at the throat,

Near enough to a heart.

 

So it’s weak in the knees;

I might just come out tonight

To hold it,

To brace it;

I might just leave this world wondering

About the screenplay we never finished writing.

I’ll pretend we did—

Feels better—the fantasy of that.

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