Re writing a lost poem
is like assembling a jig
saw puzzle without the
box image as a template.

It is even worse, in some
Instances it’s no different
than putting it together
from the rear elevation.

All the pieces are there
but the sequence of events
has been totally erased
from one’s consciousness.

There are no corners from
where to commence, there’s
no sea scape, birds, no blue
sky just cloud and mental fog.