room by room
a mind’s archive
is searched

in vain it seems
that niggling bit
has hidden well

in the end
the search ends
we look around

what a treasure
has accumulated
without an accounting

rooms float by
entering us
not us them

we note motes
of dusty memory
and smile

when from nowhere
to our wandering eye
appears our bit

bigger than life
yearning for us
as we for it

together again
we dance
a puzzle together

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