Mystery Clues
In a mystery that starts with an abduction,
And ends in what might be the perfect crime,
I noted, with a sigh of resignation,
How evidence depends on space and time.
There was little that gave telling on the surface.
The more I looked, the less I knew the score;
Just scratches on the Maserati’s fender,
And a young child’s dirty handprint on the door.
Copyright © Michael Kalavik | Year Posted 2022
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