" Alphabetical Intarsia And The Missing Persons Report " I heard what you said and I read what you wrote "...bled from the stain of a desperate note." carved from the grain down by Milligen's Pond "...a young one far from fully grown." I searched for the shoes, half expecting to find, in mud or low water, a pair, laces tied. a shread or a thread of a shirt and some tracks "...white high cuts size six double e." I crept on my hands and knees, combing the bush. Picked through bad weeds "... if I just had one wish." The steam of hot breath from a voice cracked and dry "...a dimple, left cheek, just like mine." A noise... near the water, not far from my step. The faintest of hopes kept in swift silouhette; moving...no, running, a knife held in hand, splitting away from the scene "...white high cuts size six double e."
Reason for writing:
For my friend who understands what it is to be kindred.
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