not found

slowly a man
with his metal detector
scans the beach,
the plowed smooth sand.
reaching
in to pull out a can,
or ring,
or watch. a set of keys.
anything of value goes
into his pouch
around his waist.
beyond him is
the ocean.
golden in the sunset.
the water
cool in its loud
wash upon his
bare feet.
nothing is truly lost,
he thinks.
it's just not found.