Sunday, May 3, 2020


Wasn’t a Boy Scout for Long

Standing by the street after the meeting
alone in a small pool of light

No phone booth in sight
home six miles away
cell phones not yet a gleam
in an engineer’s eye

What was the scout master thinking
when no one came for me?

Surely no one had abducted a child
in 1968; psycho killers didn’t exist
till the Talking Heads invented them
six years later

Don’t know what Mom said to Dad
When he forgot me.

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