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Lost Things

Pencils in the first grade colored Markers bought only yesterday Umbrellas in the out pour of June or in the heat of summer Rain when grass needs it the most I would also say Keys of old drawers but nay rather, the Things inside it safely keeps lost Things Locks dislodged Books drenched to the core our Floorboards our Roof wait, this is not supposed to be what Haiyan took away and yet many things were lost that day lost things Pencils in the first grade colored Markers bought only yesterday Umbrellas in the out pour of June or in the heat of summer Rain when the grass needs it the most Keys of old drawers But more so the Things inside it safely keeps Things, I said to her, "We've got to let go." "As it must be, perhaps all we need are memories" And yet even these we lose Or willfully leave as with other lost Things.