Wednesday, November 4, 2009


When you find her
let me know.
Is she wandering
along the reedy
head down looking
for pieces of
her broken necklace.
See if she will come
when you call her,
or if her milky eyes
turn away.
Is she lost among the stones
at the dark edge
dragging one shoe
her hair a tangle of leaves.
Her fingers twist a
muddy knot
to come home.

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