This is a poem after six years of searching for the bodies of Tina and Bethany Sinclair. Mother and daughter disappeared one night after a fight with the mother's boyfriend. Recently the boyfriend had been released from prison. He had been convicted for molestation of his daughter. These days he restlessly rides our roads again.
I have participated in searches for the last six years. The family would like to have closure.
We gathered this morning under a rain drenched gray tarp and ate donuts and pizza...waiting for something to unfold, maybe a miracle.
I rose at dawn
from red wrinkled sheets
unfolding my thoughts
from dreams
of cold streams
morning mountain search
heart sick from wondering
how to find
of their bodies
tobacco silky snake
slithered into my nostrils
chatter of eyebrow prices
hair highlighting accent
we waited
mourning mountain search
heart struck from wandering
looking for pieces
of their bodies
pandemonium over the perpetrator
riding his truck
too close to their memorial
an inward scream escapes
psychically thrashing
mourning mama sinks
her teeth into donuts
looking for places
to rest from their deaths
windy day
weeping seeping water
trees scratch the sky
till it’s bloodless
my eyes search the grass
a bit of bone or hair
mountain moving mama
sweet Tina
give us a tell, a hint
six years and still looking
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Last year's Haiku in in honor Tina & Bethany:
Iris flowers bend
over scrubbed bones rolling on
the rivers bottom
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