Gone Here

When a child can’t return
you know what it is
to be a parent

a doll in the yard out back
still rests in a swing
she will all winter

pure brightness

can’t bring it back
inside the house
to the wishes that live

against its power
can’t lift a finger

It swings in the snow
eventually your blizzard

can’t lift a finger
can’t do a thing
against its plastic eyes

always home out there

outside

behind your back

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