missing words

Difficult to miss 

even in a crowd

-a unicorn


I met a girl once in a cafe 

over a cup of coffee

on a Wednesday afternoon 


she published a book

of 51 poems 

an odd number


like an unfinished lunch,

reminds her of hunger,

hunger to write


Her bearing, full white

blouse,slacks, a cap

over black pony tail.


A day unfinished

like a poem 

with words missing.


I could not read

her books of 

I didn’t know her name


or contact her

I didn’t know her 

Where is the land of the unicorn?