A roaming Buffalo
Neither taken, nor left
To own
His devices
Which were given
Away
Yesterday
In a tiny square box nailed to a wall
Styrofoam existence
Reaches insistence
That the ears confirm
To a missing link connect the dots where’s the treasure found miscalculation nation
Forgotten
As hooves create prints in the snow
A defined recollection
Winds stir
To erase
The connection
Was it lost
Or found?
Like x marks the spot.
