Caren Krutsinger Poet Narrative

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.

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Ilene Bauer July 5, 2022 at 12:19 PM so sad, caren. we had a few famous disappearances here as well. one was 6 year old etan patz, who vanished on the first day his mother let him walk to the bus stop by himself. i always thought of how hard that had to have been for her...

Komal Walimbe July 5, 2022 at 8:26 AM Oh dear, hope he was fine...!

L Milton Hankins July 5, 2022 at 8:19 AM Oh dear. Don't you wonder whatever happened to this young man? My dad had a brother who "went out west" and was never heard from again. Makes me wonder if they were scooped up into a space ship!