ONE
MISSING

By Katie McAllaster Weaver

Someone has died,
somewhere in the
world.

I can feel it
like a knock at my
chest.

Sprawled
on our lawn
I try to count
the stars
to see if
there is evidence in
the sky.

I keep counting,
unsure if I've
miscounted.

I don't know,
but I think
there is one
missing.

 

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