Musings on a Lost Ring

I found a ring I thought I’d lost

in the bottom of my bag.

I haven’t seen it since last spring —

It’s funny, isn’t it?

All these months,

I thought it gone,

all this time, I’ve just been

carrying it.

Sunflower

Acer Sacharrum

VT

15 years old

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