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he paced the shopping center
his teeth brazenly jutting
from beneath his top lip.
he’s supposed to be lost
as a child or a boy without
his hand held
but the woman I’m with said
it breaks her heart to see
his eyes dart among the faces
he can’t possibly know.
I said
he’s just a lost boy.
the rope snapped
the bucket echoed on
the way down like a great bell,
I’M HERE, SEE ME, COME TO MY SILVER ARMS