the book was lost, it was
a good book, a poetry
book. one I hated to
lose. I wanted to find
it, looked on every shelf,
might have put it away
wrong. made me sad,
I've lost too many books.
looked under every bed,
looked in the closets.
I heard simon perchik
was a lawyer, wanted
to find his bio. I even
looked in the vegetable
bin in my fridge. I looked
again, on every shelf,
saw the spot where it
belonged, under the
beds again, cleaned
out the dust. I've lost
too many books
before, this is no
good. I thought perchik
was a diplomat, not
a lawyer. I went to bed,
got up, looked under
the bed again. there
it was, I think it appeared
by magic. simon schuchat
was the diplomat. how
did it get there
the third time i looked?
Jesse Weiner
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-i-could-be-a-mystic/
