Lost and Found

Seven, South Lace was the name of the place,
though the reason was lost to the mist

was there ever a mill where the Burger and Grill
served food to the 2 AM pissed?

And far from the south was the alleyway mouth
where the post-it note told me to wait

But I need not have feared the strange and the weird
when I opened the wrought iron gate.

For there of the floor just in front of the door
was the beast of which I’d been told

Not longer was missing this beast I was kissing
my dog could come in from the cold.