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Lost & Found

A free form poem

They found you by a river, they said.
I wish to know her name.
Not as we name things,
after blustering heroes
in bloodied boots,
but her true name,
song lilting in the dappled air,
ripples glinting in the penumbral green.

Maybe then
I could follow her in my sleep,
sinuous, silver-scaled siren,
caught in my wide-cast dreams —

Till I find you there,
your head against a stone.
Till I fold you to myself
and bring you home.