No teenager’s room, the clothes
were neatly arranged, the face
cloth folded to the side –
no need for panic here.

There’s no runaway or theft,
no missing person to file,
just hope born from a stone
casually tossed away.

A quick poem at the end of a busy Easter Day.
(05.04.26)

© Ben Quant 2026
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