Out of place, like invitations
for the anticipated absentee.
Misplaced, is it, an absent-minded
unintended misfit? Half-hearted guarantee.
Not where it belongs,
that should be returned,
Or lost . To be found again.
These belongings, owned at once,
then used, then worn out, then thrown.
So is the cycle of what we wanted,
what we took, what we had, what we stole.
We couldn’t place our names on it,
Harder to get rid of things we wish we owned.