About The Little Boy Poem by Douglas Scotney
About The Little Boy
It was sad to see the fun
in the photo from before the move,
before the water swooshed
around what wouldn't let it through,
and whooshed through what would;
before it pooled where it could
and was pored over
and poked and stirred
till it was dun;
and overflowed and dried.
It was sad to see the fun.
Thursday, September 17, 2015
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POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
the drowned boy on Bodrum Beach, Turkey. Sept 2015.
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5/2/2024 2:55:31 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Sad but where do we go from here.