My key ring is enormous.
Gargantuan.
I have a hundred
Keys to God.

Sometimes
I get guerrilla
And start dropping them
In seemingly
Random places
That you often frequent.

You picked one up
Last week
An orange skeleton key
Bright brass
And you had
An unwavering
And odd feeling
It was smiling at you
That you promptly forgot
As you lost it
In the bottom
Of your bag.

No matter.

I will drop
A hundred more winking keys
That will cheekily grin
Until you finally
Grin back.

(c) Sare Liz Anuszkiewicz, 2017