Johnny
Your face is splayed across newspapers all over our state
I dream of finding you and returning you to your mother.
This is 1977, and you came up missing five blocks from my house.
That was forty-five years ago, and I still think of you.
Wishing I could be the one to save you.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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