All the Little Things That I Misplaced (POEM)
Updated: Nov 26, 2019
Here in this tower
There's a wilted weathered flower
Time is running out to recover

The water in the vase
Has turned into malaise
My body as it fails becomes another
Things are getting stranger
It's clear that I'm in danger
And I cannot recognize my own face
A puzzle still in pieces
Tucked inside the creases
Of all the little things that I misplaced
Time is running empty
It twisted and it bent me
I try to straighten out but I'm undone
I climb down from the tower
If it all lasts just an hour
Don't look behind
There isn't time
Just run
(c) Mary Ann Farley 2019
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