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.)

About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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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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