Trying to find one's muse again
is not an easy task.
It is always just
out
of reach.
Phantom pain
A missing limb.
My fingers itch to touch it
take it by the hand.
Door to door search,
'Excuse me, ma'am...
but have you seen...?'

Smokes drifts out of an air vent
fizzles and slips away into
the dark.

Trying to find the words, (again)
to suit each thought,
MIA
soldier who cannot find the frontline
Emperor who cannot find his clothes
and doesn't go out naked.
fingers trace the familiar path,
tripping over fine sand
smooth slabs of stone.
A missing hand lightly holding
the missing pen
expectant
and
waiting.
---By Yue Lin, 'Trying To Find...'

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