Missing poem

I went to a poetry workshop once in Santa Fe. We all brought ten poems. One of mine included an elephant with an antimacassar on its head and the lady who lived behind me who kept a water feature in her living room with a hippopotamus. I remember being told the elephant was a cliche by one of the workshop members.It is still a favorite poem...except now I can't find it...

A poem has gone missing.

I may find it again.

It hides in one of the volumes

Stacked in the bedroom.

Of course

There are ten volumes

Stacked

In the guest room

Un-indexed.

I write one poem

A day

I liked that one.

Maybe its day

Is gone.

Maybe it will appear

Again

In some form.

Or not.