Misplaced Letters

Down in the middle of

whatever might have happened,

where even ambiguities

get all muddled up,

someone placed some words

into an envelope –

shook it once or twice

and shoved it in the mail

It was an especially foggy morning,

even the mist didn’t know

where to go, a

morning in which the patterned steps

of a carrier’s feet

disappeared into the confusion

and, with that, all was lost

There’s a sea of scattered

leafs out there:

rocks, limbs and human garbage,

things both tossed and lost –

and, out among it all, there must lie

a misplaced bundle of decaying letters,

scrambled thoughts

that never found their way.