Where the Lost Things Go
by Leonore Hildebrandt
Her child is resting, tucked against her back
as she walks the great forest.
It is raining––their umbrella thrums a fitful rhythm,
trees rise to a monumental darkness.
A path amounts to more than cairns and sticks,
it is undeniable, like the mottled feathers
they find scattered on the gravel.
The eyes adjust to possibilities,
criss-crossing tales of malady and comfort.
She talks to the child of hunger, of dwellings underground.
A soggy doll someone left behind
stares into the ancient rain.
They return to their home, unharmed. The child
understands that puppets, too, have sorrows.
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"Where the Lost Things Go" was first published in Adanna 6, Fall 2016.