Nice set up for a cool sounding last line. Could definitely be more of a story, but looks like the challenge was for an ultra-short entry.

His eyes read the poem.
He didn’t follow.
His eyes started over.
He still felt lost
His mid was crunching.
He never quite got it.

But don’t all excellent poems leave you wondering about some damn thing or another? After all, why did the women come and go talking of Michaelangelo? I doubt Eliot really knew, himself!

Lost. I liked that word.
Very good image here Sir Bic.
And short and sweet =)

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