Lost & Found

I find there candy wrappers and mittens,

old homework and a small ring.

My everyday carelessnesses.

But then-

on the floor wistful dreams and hopes, their

little wings

all deflated and crumpled.

There is

one

by the window who begins to struggle anew,

rustling against the glass because I am here now and it

thinks maybe,

just maybe,

I will throw open the window so it might soar once more.

But I had forgotten this one

so long ago.

I can barely recognize it as my own.  In fact, I can barely see it at all.

Only

the blank sound of its fragile wings drumming on the glass 

seems real.  It's flickering, dancing so that there is

no hope

of ever catching hold.

It would make me sad 

except

I don't remember this one, not at all,

so I can't cry.