the lost city

He who hesitates is lost.
Unless you are a handkerchief,
a ponytail, a forgotten umbrella,
a violet hairpin, some princess
paper dolls, my first pair of
gold earrings.

Those that were once mine.

I could build a castle, a
mega city, a hydroponic
building of lost things

thanks to my hesitant
hands.

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29.07.2021
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For dVerse: Poetics: The Proverbial– I wonder where those lost things are now.