Gone Missing
She had pressed
an autumn leaf
between
pages 578
and 579
of her
college
dictionary,
a reminder she
had visited there
to better understand
the word
nuance.
Years later
a Seattle detective,
hunting for subtle
clues
as to her
whereabouts,
shook out the book
and watched the
leaf flutter to the floor.
"Let's go," he muttered.
"Nothing here.
Musta run off somewheres.”
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