We searched for the boy
We searched for the boy,
flashlights in hand stepping
over our political signage,
and away from our screens,
breaking from nightly routine
in search of a boy, autistic,
five years old who wandered off
from the neighbor’s yard,
we yelled for Theo, promising him
ice cream. We circled up, speculated
his movements drawing on collective
memory and knowledge of this place
checked the parks and yards,
We searched for the boy
and cheered the Bloodhound
when the Shepherds lost scent
And held out faith after four hours
Together, we searched for the boy
Until he was found.