I lost my thought,
And the runaway train carried away the dog of my idea,
Retracing it impossible,
Lost in the cold junctions and scrambled tracks of my mind.
I can think of it now, out there, somewhere,
A small black collar tinkling with the brass message
“If Found, Please Return.”
But as I came home
It sat there in the driveway,
Waiting patiently for me in the dusky light,
Like a faithful golden retriever.