Lost and Found_(3)

mary’s daddy

loves lightening

in peach jars

white and cold

her mommy

plays dice

and

spinning wheels

feeling young

while looking old

mary’s brother

died last august

on a smoked filled

rocky plain

her sister

gobbles crispy creams

like losers swallow pain

mary dances

all alone

turns heads

and feeds desire

the spotlight

cloakes

what she does not

her flesh

volcanic fire

mary’s world

those glistening eyes

and words

that have no sound

lust filled minds

her breath of life

their need

her lost

and found

chairs

upturned

lights are gone

no whistles

shouts or moans

the sun is up

sweet mary down

adrift

and

far from home