Restless in his soul
Going down dead-ends
Traveling highways north and south
On the run to find
Where he had begun
No matter which road he followed
He could not locate what he lost
And was trying to find it
Looking in flea markets
And second-hand stores
And second-hand stores
Because money was tight
It would take time
He knew
To bring it back
One day he
Spotted it on a shelf
No worse for the wear
He understood
What it meant
Took it to his house
Placed it on the counter
He knew his daughters' hands
Would one day touch
Its smooth ceramic lid
And they did
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