"The Forgotten"
Near a rusty well pump,
where blue March stars
spot verdant mosses,
lies a head.
Its glass eyes stare
without seeing
mouse-eared maple limbs
or coal dust skies.
Once yellow hair,
now coarse gray fuzz,
stands on end
waiting...
twenty years waiting,
for the return
of a child's hand.
© 2005 Nochipa
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