965.
In a blur of tears
as I memorize your face
The bus pulls away
2/17/22
966.
Boy and stepmother
killed by poison, police say –
on purpose? Maybe?
2/17/22
967.
gray wool and posh shoes
a lawsuit and a dead lizard
a lawyer’s paycheck
2/17/22
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Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
As you know, I enjoy all of the narrative possibilities you set up with these intriguing poems of yours. As a fan of crime thrillers, I am especially keen to ponder the back story of the middle poem.
Thank you. And oh yes. there is a lot to find out still in each of these situations. That is what keeps me interested when I read – that every question is not answered…
There is intrigue, there is drama, but I’m missing the resolution…
As in life, sometimes the answer is hidden, does not exist, or must be supplied by the onlooker, I think!