Lost and Found -

As with daring cheeks

I saw she glushed, and slushed

her face alight

about this almost lover,

and fell for him with every

word ahead the other’s heels,

Told me, crystal voiced

the great all seeing jester’s

tacky metaphor -

quite doubtful taste,

our watcher over has -

That in the patch of wheat

we’d stumbled on,

lain flat by giants feet,

and where she led him later

looking to be hid, they found

a lighter I had lost, with her,

the day, or years before,

I thought to play the jesters fool,

if she were happy so,

was not to play the worst of parts,

And as I glushed along with her,

all happy eyes

I’ll tell you truth,

I almost wasn’t lying