Unsolved Mystery

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It is always some northern state.

Michigan. Minnesota. A road, two lanes,

in a soft twilight. Tame woods

on either side, railroad tracks

that run parallel, and a house,

looming into the aerial camera’s eye,

turning, now, on the table

of its own clearing—

 

The people, standing outside.

The dog beside them,

tight on its leash. The one

police car, red light …

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