Every time I search
For my lost keys
I think of you.

In my coat,
at the bottom of a purse,
in a messy drawer
hiding underneath the bed,
in a shoe,
in my left shirt pocket.

A place I would look
to retrieve something hidden
in my memory

that I still need
to get through the day,
to get through life.

I find them eventually.
as I once found you.
One found song

elevated the rubble
of my ordinary life
into a sudden gift of fate.

Keys make their own music.
they offer the road, riches
safe refuge from cold.
Sometimes keys no longer fit,
but one time they were new,
if I am lucky enough to recall.

You have locked me out
of your life but I find you again
whenever I find lost keys.

Copyright © 2011 Dianne Klammer

Diane Klammer, is a wife, mother, naturalist and retired Counseling Psychologist, who started writing seriously about five years ago. Her poetry has been published in Tattoo Highway, Pirene’s Fountain, Heavybear, Midwifery Today, Rattle and elsewhere. Her Fiction is in Fast Forward Mix Tape Edition. Diane’s first book, “Shooting The Moon”, was published by Monkey Puzzle Press in October of 2009.

“I still feel like a new writer, constantly editing, changing and trying to write one word at a time. We must learn not to wallow in the nadir of self criticism or in the zenith of conceit concerning our work, but remain on the level horizon where we can be at our best.”

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