There may be no such thing but
I’m off to find it.
Under bushes, tangled in branches,
The most unlikely of places.
Sewing baskets, caramel wrappers,
Old men’s socks
Or caught in little girl’s’ curls.

If it is, what is it?
The best of times, the worst of times.
The less said, the better.
Eye on the prize.
Nose to the grindstone.
Pedal to the metal.
No rest for the weary.
California here I come.
A warm puppy, or
Cup of cocoa on a cold,
Snowy day?

One thing is certain.
If it crops up in my
Search,
I’ll share

Half to be mine
And half to be yours.

 

Charlene James-Duguid
Amissville, Virginia