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Year of the Fire Monkey dawns

Mercedes Webb-Pullman

 

Shadows shuffle
as a breeze blows, rocks grow;
I’m receiving signals from Argo.
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1951. Missing. Search and Rescue
mission, my father flew squares.
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‘Squares only work if everyone
knows exactly where they are.’
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One faint radio transmission,
enigmatic wreckage on beaches
in the right drift pattern.
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On a bypassed island
visible only to the lost,
last year the Argo crew welcomed
Malaysia Airlines flight 370.
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Sometimes the moon sends
messages that resemble memories,
white shades moving like rabbits
through the radiant night.

 

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