Missing By Far Poem by Heather Whitley Gibson

under like glue, ware blubber toes
grounds clawed, mud burns
the walrus knows
the plum line, to fit, a missing page
a rocking chair resumes
somewhere in time
a final, a mother's table
picked recipe,
the ivory ladle
a seamless seamstress fit to darn
a petal pushed, meant to tare
missing by far
off the hook, fossil-ed tools, hands collect hair locks
unspoken and small, bought cool
moth's wings hot spot
winked out, unmeant
missing by far