Back

I don’t go back

into the past searching

for the lost button

in fact I don’t remember

having lost a button

or if there was a button

on a red coat I wore

one winter when I met him

at the old library the one

they tore down to build

a sandwich shop

I used to love to eat

sandwiches there

the crust on the bread

was so rich that I only

wanted the bread

but you can go back

and find him the boy

who was young once

or the red coat

with the high collar

or the baker

who made bread taste like cake

who knows

you may find

a silver button

worth more than gold

or a recipe for wanting less