The mysteries, puzzled
pieces scattered, most missing
and decomposed by the moment
linger, shelved in the back room
for future reference
awaiting adhesive connections
that seldom take shape.
The ranch and its inhabitants,
the wild and tame, the unknowing
hands of man and the malicious,
the well-meaning touch
that turns terribly tragic--all
scattered, stacked one upon the other,
clues that only true detectives
note in the dusty swirl of ambiguity
left to settle with experience--
an illusive sense beyond the tangible
that this old ground evokes.
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Inspired by an article in the latest issue of Will Hearst's
Alta Magazine:
https://altaonline.com/private-investigators-san-francisco-phil-bronstein/
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