A palm just scrapes the nape of your neck;
skies endless blue and a cradle of oak
branching off in every direction
The singsong of quality time
Di_srupted
(You’d think there was someone
Hiding
There)
As we rounded the upper trails
You urged, “Go ahead,”
“I’ll catch my breath.”
& I never saw you again.
–LM
Note: I am quite fascinated with the ongoing, unexplained cases of missing people in national parks, though I cannot translate their horror. My heart goes with each family touched by a situation like this.
The Lexicon 
Oh that is so interesting—this whole summer I spent listening to cases about exactly this and other unexplained phenomena. Have you heard about David Paulides? I have listened to his interviews on Coast To Coast AM so many times.
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Yes! I just want to know how where why, what in the world is doing this to these people??
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I like how David doesn’t give an answer, he just lets everyone draw their own conclusions. It led me to listen to a bunch of YouTube stuff about cryptozoology.
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I love that!
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I love the poetry and the thoughtfulness is moving and dare I say it; thought-provoking
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Thank you very much!
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Always my pleasure
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Have you watched Dublin Murders. It’s about two kids who disappear in the woods.
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Dear LM. Started a series of poem. Your work made me dig deeper. You are my muse for the night.
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