Handsome Fella
He just disappeared one day,
he was there and then
he was gone, they said.
A small town was one person smaller.
Maybe he’s off to another place
like a chain letter, maybe
he was seeking a fortune
like a pyramid scheme, maybe
he just had to get away
like a rabid dog
from the family swimming pool.
Now his shack’s a mausoleum,
his job down at the garage
is an elegy, and our census
adds another ghost.
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