It’s just simple teasing until
you go too far. Scars blight
friendships, and may not heal.
And like taking the lead,
stepping down means having
your legs weigh like lead.
Vision blurred, a criss to
cross of feelings red; of scars
like Zobel’s Saeta No. 42.
Where do lost things go?
Fernando Zobel’s Saeta No. 42
NaPoWrimo April 21 prompt, a poem in which you first recall someone you used to know closely but are no longer in touch with, then a job you used to have but no longer do, and then a piece of art that you saw once and that has stuck with you over time. Finally, close the poem with an unanswerable question.
Flipped Serendipity 