"Where have you been?" they asked.
and "Lost," was your reply.
"Lost?" they repeated, "but how?"
"It's easy to get there," you said,
"If the right person tells you."
Like a penny dropped
on stairs, rolling and bouncing, you thought.
"But where?" they asked,
"Oh, between here and there," you said,
Watching a roving paper napkin flee a windy old beach bar.
"You need not worry about
finding it, either once or again,
Since lost just finds you
when the right person lets you know.
That you should go." So like a finger
caught in a car door's slam
or a heart sagging into sorrow,
when she utters or just telegraphs,
With eyes lacking expression.
"Why don't you get lost," she says,
"once and for all."
You simply do.
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