Poem Written While Searching

all this distance

the girls disappear

and out my window

fruit trees bloom

a TV through the wall

murmurs, 300 vanished

the first robin

has its nest broken

by a random wind

on buzzbox AM radio

a man mentions again

that misplaced airplane

through the fence

new green on things

thought gone

the leaning telephone pole

beside my sleeping car

has a xerox of Jane

missing since June

that night

finally it’s warm

the computer is off

I search the dryer

for my other sock.