If Found Please Return

an autobiography in lost objects
is a song in my head
left some time ago
pocket knife slipped in hospital chair
i held my nephew for the first time
on New Mexico powwow highway
eleven o’clock Motel 6 checkout
leather pouch next to Albuquerque phone book
three a.m. search party
all flashlights & hushed voices
no woman in sight ‘til the next morning
a stained dress next to the obsidian ring i had
should old acquaintance be
to mind this long time since