I Lost My Pen, I Lost My Keys
I lost my pen, I lost my keys,
and my hat somewhere on a table,
the table its room, the field
its horizon, a road like
a dowsing rod bowed low
to remember, emphatic and forked
to remember, emphatic and forked
I lost my pen, I lost my keys,
and my hat somewhere on a table,
the table its room, the field
its horizon, a road like
