Tuesday, February 19, 2013

MISSING

The word MISSING scrawled beneath the photo-copy of a girl’s picture
on a pole at the corner, a block from the river, in a town that’s empty
on a weeknight in winter at one in the morning.
It is a town where lost and wandering souls go to remain lost.
Where one goes when one is missing and wishes to remain that way.

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