Friday, September 1, 2023

A found poem

 A note, printed in the blocky letters of a first-grader, found in the pages of Jim Harrison’s Off to the Side: A Memoir in a used book store:

Dear Daddy, I am sorry for what I did. I love you, Emily.

 

I left the book, hoping that a father would realize his loss and go in search. But the clock is ticking. Do you think a week is reasonable?

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