SOMETHING LOST:

Here it comes,
Enjoy it,
Do you want to look around?
A bad dream becomes an artwork,
A gathering of strangers cradle solitary flowers,
Bottles,
Labelled with numbers,
Mine is 13,
My favourite,
My good luck,
Makes me laugh to find it,
Waiting for me,
In this room of Purple disco walls,
Sunlight on our backs

(K)