Two Poems for November 6, 2009

I - Recovery
I'm returning these
to you

I thought that you
might want them back

I don't know how
they attached themselves
to me

I didn't even notice
until they had accumulated
like a damp, heavy snow

If they seem
unfamiliar
I may have gotten them
mixed up with mine

You know
how it is

Just be careful
who you give them to
next time

II - Wanted

Lost
one kiss
last seen
at the corner
of North
and Agricola

It is
fierce, felonious
possessive
and not to be
approached

But if you
should find it
call me
I want it back