We looked for the horse’s head
for what seemed like hours
pacing back and forth in the snow
and the darkness
of a twilight scene
we found almost everything else.
There were gathered
a mountain of barrels
and a tree so tall and bright
that everything around it
paled in comparison.
Casually we tossed around trees
but nowhere we looked
could we find that stupid horse’s head.
Finally in the waning moments of our search
we discovered it
between a signature and a lamppost.
Tossing it over from one side of the table
to the other
“Try that one, That’s gotta be it.”
Relieved to have found
just the right piece
of our puzzle.