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Lost, found, holding on

From my book ‘Lost, found, holding on’
Available in paperback or Kindle
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Salonica, goneica

She loves me, she loves me not
Played that game as a kid, for fun
with and without the flower
played it frequently later, for keeps
Won once or twice

I have over picked my life’s quota
of prophetic daisies, come out
on either side of the nursery rhyme
sometimes the right verse,
sometimes the wrong time

it blossomed, it went to seed
it blossomed, it went to seed
it blossomed, it went to seed

Same song, rarely heard second verse

– Mark L. Lucker
© 2016
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By poetluckerate

I am a poet, writer, and teacher who moved from Minnesota to New Orleans in 2008 then returned to Minnesota in 2018 - hopefully, to stay.

I lived in the most urban of settings, and the rural Midwest. These perspectives impact my writing in very unique ways.