A hat, a coat, a purse, in a box,
beside me, and a discarded glove.
We sit and wait in Lost and Found,
where no one takes note to give us any love.
Day by day, we get passed by,
by all kinds of different folks.
Night by night, the crowds die down,
it's hard, in silence, to retain hope.
"So, who owned you?" the hat will ask,
of his dear ragtag coat friend.
"I was the coat of a camping man,
"Seeing mountain views that would never end."
The coat went on, as some will do,
"The sights I've seen have gotten me through.
"Since I was lost on the subway there,
"I'm left to wonder if my owner cares."
As his sentence ended, a hand reached down,
and he fell across his owner's back.
It took a month, but not just the coat was found
we all found the hope, that we all had lacked.
beautiful
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