lost and found
	for Myrna Hayes

sometimes just a cardboard box
tucked away in a corner
of the church library
memorabilia that didn't survive
the sermon on a given day

toy giraffe, one eye gone
neck like a corkscrew
who might be missing it?
who is going to bed lonely?

sometimes just a cardboard box
tucked away in the shadows
of an alley, a freeway overpass
remnants of a broken soul
trying to survive the bite
of yet another bitter winter
one sock, two shoes, a coat
one size too small, 
a colored hat 

who might be missing him?
who is going to bed alone
wondering if the lost
will ever be found?