for C

                   forfeited
                             like a baseball game.
                   
                     i  search my mind for remnants
                      of a better time
                     ......  was there a better time .....?
                      i fear it's illusion.
                       i reach back to
                        a misread poem
                        a missing page
                        a flurry in the wind ...
                         ....  a part i thought
                           was there
                           but wasn't.