Looking for the image that fades
Like a figure walking into fog.
Looking nonchalently
Sort of flipping my necktie
Casually like Laurel
— or was it Hardy?
Looking back in the woods
Perhaps for a quarter-century-old
GI Joe, back where you
Used to play
But they cleared all that out
Years ago and it’s all grown back
Like weeds
Like you
    .   .   .  vanished
I mean
The body is there occasionally, Son;
But where are you?

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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