free forever by Phillip Schumacher
Lost
Missed Connections in Brooklyn
in an open field i found you
lying peacefully
quiet
your father loves you
and will miss you
dearly
i want you to know
that there were
no winners
today
(we all lost)
Her Two Cents
My brain and heart cannot adequately express a response to the Monday attacks in Boston. Phrases and sentences push to the surface but sink back with a heavy inelegance. I have every word at my fingertips and yet I have nothing to articulate. Instead, I’m going to share an email Brooklyn poet Lee Taylor sent me after posting Lost to missed connections. Both pieces do more to give voice to the heaviness in my chest than I could ever hope to.
my piece entitled Lost, might be trite
but every time i read it, it makes me
sad
and the thought of that child holding that sign makes me sick
and i hope my post reminds everyone, how sad we should be
so that this never happens again, of course i know it’s
not realistic, but we can always dream
