Today, I will look for things:
papers pushed between books,
paychecks waiting for the bank,
bills perhaps fallen through cracks
where cheap shelves don't quite meet the frame--
a conglomerate of procrastination.
Maybe also I will find
whatever it is I've lost.
But this, I feel,is unlikely,
unless it is the crumbled remains
of faithfulness.
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