Found in a Field
From across the field, a boy approached -
from his lips, a question broached.
He'd had found a thing that had no word,
its name and purpose, long obscured.
He spoke as if my life were through,
"Mister, tell me, what were you?"
Copyright © David Crandall | Year Posted 2025
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