"Please, Have You Seen My Daughter?"

His eyes on a sidewalk holding

a winter night’s fog,

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a dark-haired girl,

a familiar red coat,

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a walking surprise,

a shard of glass,

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a loud yelp--

a neon horror.

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A head hitting the pavement

to melt with the snow

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into piercing noise

that will split his eyes

and shatter the moon.

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Critiques:

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/9z2b4q/uncertainties/ea66und

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/9yshpb/sugar_pot/ea61sol

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