L.A.LOST AND FOUND

Losing you
on the L.A. lost and found
dog day shelter
relaxing by playing croquet
after sleeping on a porch
not far from the city rotunda
for a week of photographing
Rover not the only body
seething in heat
outside Morro Bay
far from a transom
when it started to thunder
while heading home
on my bicycle
on a sorrowful Saturday
at St.Monica's beach
sighting a surfer and shark
in nightmare of my words
promising you
at the party's safe keeping
that we realized
you had been reading
"The Scarlet Letter"
in summer school drama class
taught by that defrocked minister
who crossed in a dark path
telling me that at Cambridge
he ran into Sylvia Plath.