beneath
the flowers
on the
grave stone
or the
sharp teeth
of the sky
behind
a broken
and damaged
heart and
a tall
burning tree
we lose
our change
our lunch
our innocence
our illusions
our ghosts
our pennies
and our
dreams
and find
our fears
and insecurities
like old
road maps
or crooked
highway signs
we find
our resolve
our courage
we find
the hair
of the dog
that bit us
the weight
of the straw
that breaks
the camel’s back
we find
those things
we need
to go on

among the
things we
thought
we threw
away.

Matthew Borczon  is a nurse, a navy sailor and a writer from Erie, Pa. He has written ten books of poetry, the most recent, The Ghost Highway Blues is available through Alien Buddha Press. He publishes widely in the small press and tries to keep his head above water, and be a good father and still find time to write.