I can no longer find the abandoned
house from whose fence corner
terraced above I-70, I watched the flung man
dug out of an embankment
in a kneeling prayer circle of firefighters.
I watched, myself encircled by
a small gathering of nameless neighbors
at sundown but also alone
because my own son would not follow,
afraid to miss dinner. I introduced myself
to strangers. The house, one said,
was abandoned, eight years, so no need
to worry about trespassing; the man down there
I already knew, was me.
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