Vanished
Sundance and I
had our picture taken
standing in front
of the Concordia Tin Mine
in Bolivia,
the mountains rising
behind us,
but the photo is old,
faded. All you can see
is the mine entrance
and the Andes
in the background.
There’s a blank space
where we used to be.
No one can find us.
A poem by Patricia D’Alessandro of Sacramento.
Published on 03.18.04
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