Lost

Lost.
Wandering aimlessly.
Going round and round.
Tired.

Feet, restless,
unabled to get attached to
any piece of land.

He had lost his wings
in a subway car
doors closing.

He walked.
Lost.
He snoozed at times
hidden in the narrow shadow
of a streetlight.

On his side.
As world is seen
walking on the edges.

Standing side on.
As things with two faces.
As half-light.

He piked up river glasses.
Licked and dragged pieces.
Even. Smooth. Worn.

He picked up things about to fall
and light things that floated.

He kept nobody's things.

Memory lapses.