I was just rediscovering Richard Brautigan's poems which I think are just marvelous, so here's a couple to share:
"Finding Is Losing Something Else"
Finding is losing something else.
I think about, perhaps even mourn,
what I lost to find this.
I talked a good hello
but she talked an even
"The Amelia Earhart Pancake"
I have been unable to find a poem
for this title. I've spent years
looking for one and now I'm giving