Poem-A-Day: Day 350

Wonder

The wonder was lost along the way,
and no wonder nobody could find it.
There’s no doubt that nobody cared,
and though the results were doubtful,
the resulting effects manifested somewhere
between effectual and perfect.
The prefecture of in-betweens led nowhere,
as if by bicycle or some other means,
but, regardless of the brevity,
the multinational uniformity called for others
to be some other something, or nobody.
Nothing that could stand without doubt
or the lack of wonder that had been missing.
It’s no wonder it wasn’t where it was left.