Missing

I’m feeling very poetic today!
I’m wearing my loafers and chambray shirt.

The usual group has convened
and Bryan still looks like Ron Padgett.
They’re both, you know, from Oklahoma.
John looks like a kindly gnome when he laughs.
Something is missing, but we
ignore it. Or they do.

You have sand in your hair;
some man’s fingers on your wrist.