throw ponies and hosiery thieves

Laundry Hanging in Wash Alley, Genoa by Unknown Artist

how found do we feel sometimes 
when we see something 
we may have missed 
that was right in front 
of our eyes the (w)hole time
when we went looking 
for pieces of our divine  
to fall from the sky 
or rise as rain 
when dew 

poem and I call  
this collection 
the nose 
and give 
petal spit wishes 
around the intentions 
calendars, clocks 
and seasons have 
counting 
life after life 
on the line 

EJR ©