couch-diving

as seen online in The Auburn Circle

Seems we’ve lost 

that something special, 

once caught between 

our nervous hands.

I can reach 

into the couch—

memory crustily preserved—

and return with no more

than a dime.

One day, perhaps, 

I’ll remove all the cushions, 

give the cover a wash,

and find the bounty

we surely lost.

For now, I prefer,

viewing things as they were

with the occasional cents

on my dollar.