poem of the day May 27 

I lost

a poem 

or 2

maybe you 

have too

A thought 

A premonition

somehow vanished

Somewhere

in the middle 

of seaweed rhymes

Overwhelming all words

of whimsy winged 

watery men

who were saved

by iron women

sailing wooden ships

Then everything

began to shift

I lost that poem

in a poet's dream

where nothing matters

but everything means