Have You Looked in Every Pocket? a poem from 2010

http://voices.yahoo.com/have-looked-every-pocket-5884830.html?cat=10 Have You Looked in Every Pocket? Words a plenty float in the air. Swirling drifting flowing into my ears, tangled fast in my hair. Running fast I look for a scrap of paper, a pen I plead. Pulling words together, scrapping them fast on paper napkins, folded neatly, following yet another lead... Words penned so fast, dancing on a page. Forever walking across another's stage- I run, I walk, and soon I'll ever fly. My poem, it was found in a distant land in another's pocket. Bringing fresh flowing tears to the eye- Laughing, I turn around, never once looking at the ground. Discarded were the fast flowing words, that in another's ear now does pound. Words a plenty, words so meaningless and yet so swift, dividing even the dearest from the heart of a true friend. Poems, words tied together, bringing laughter, compassion, insight, and love in the end. Forever are the words we seek in the pocket of another, have you yet found my poem. I sent my laundry out, discarded my old clothes, yet inside my jacket pocket, you'll find the most lovely poem. It's my best, if you've found it you'll surely know. Now my friend I must go...   For you see my friend, the fast flying words all around bound. I must run, twirl around and catch the fast flying rhyming words before they lie flat on the ground... . Laugh if you must, but my dearest friend. If you'll look in my lost pocket you'll find my poem, it was my very best, in it you'll find all my love I did send....