watching the detectives

A fervent search, digging like
a crazed canine sniffing for his
bone, and what turns up turns
over in this oxymoronic world
of pretty ugly proportions. She
flicks her cigarette against
the breeze, and tells the boys to
call it off, she's done looking
for something that's not there,
just a desert mirage, oasis of
cooling rivers. If he's lost now,
he was never meant to be found.