Lost Keys


Lost Keys

I always find my keys
in the next to last
place I look.

I keep searching
just in case there’s something
better between the couch cushions
or in the crisper,

maybe a set that unlocks
a faster car,
a bigger house,
a better life,
hidden under the coffee table.


(From the weekly Living Poetry prompt.)

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6 Responses to Lost Keys

  1. phillswrites says:

    Yes, keep hope alive!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. JeanMarie says:

    This is a fun one!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. mandy myers/stephanie says:

    Ooo, I like the point you make with finding the lost keys!


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