Like prehistoric people,
a family beating grass with sticks
looking for something lost
something loved
Swish, wish, through the dryness,
the sadness
of the fear felt
thinking of what she was like
when she was little
I saw her picture
a few weeks ago
and hoped she wouldn't end up dumped
somewhere nearby
Now a thunderstorm's rolling past,
and I'm wondering
did they find her?
or is she lying
cold and wet
in the grass
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