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Lost and Found

Hands without leaves

Wear bracelets of rain

Cars ride on waves

That retreat
Down the street’s inlets

Broken guitar strings

Shimmer on sidewalks

That bend into green

Babies rock
In hopeful arms

By quilted fires

As small fingers dip
In a puddle of eyes
On doorsteps,
Untied shoelaces drag
Through the mud—
Find among the dirty windows of a sandbox

A toy, its face a wide smile

Just after the rain