the Loser's Find
Hand over brow, sweeping
horizon
over and over to find
something new.
Head over heals, falling
in circles,
don't even realize you don't
have to look.
You do have to lose.
Lose like a loser.
Fall as a failure of life
would fall.
And reach for the skies.
Reach like a beggar
reaches for what he has lost
and found.