A weary traveler once came to me
something about a man he had to see
he’d been here before and there too
in search of someone he already knew
“the time” he asked frantically
I replied, “just about half past three”
“no! this period in time, I must know”
I’d not understood his question though
he paced and scratched his head
mumbling “is he alive or dead?”
he explained to me the smallest bit
about how life was not how he left it
everything more grand and fast
cities now, greater and more vast
he sunk his head into his hands
“I give up, I know not these lands”
I offered to help the man in any way could
asking to give me a name if he would
“Michael” was the name he gave to me
“but the travel always affects my memory”
in his hand was a photo he held tight
a women he’d loved with all his might
he’d asked a man for a beautiful sonnet
in the form of an ever lasting portrait
“I’ve been lost you see, in time and place”
he explained to me, despair on his face
where the painting was, he did not know
her name he said “Lisa del Giocondo”
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