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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