My girl, my girl

The smell of innocence –
she had spent many nights
at the house on the end of the street
– was she aware?

Coming back to me –
that she always did.
but not once I was told
what was happening here and there

On the 5th day of the month
sunset was red,
and there I knew,
at what end my girl had gone to.

Hannah Kahn

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