A Lost Poem

A Lost Poem

A lost poem was sighted

Just the other day

In a diner in Guthrie,

Oklahoma.

Before the poet could be

Notified, it folded itself

Into a paper airplane

And flew out the door.

Without rhyme or reason,

It headed for the painted desert

Where it would eventually

Join a band of many colors.

The poet remained calm,

Unable to remember more

Than a line or two anyway,

Wondering if it had been any good.

“I hope it fares better,” he said,

“Than all these other poems

I can’t seem to lose no matter

How hard I try.”