Flight 370, How Long?

Poem By Elizabeth Padillo Olesen

How long will you show your face
as debris on the surface of the sea
or as ghost in the deepest ocean?

Where is your black box buried
or hidden to give us a clue
to what must have happened?

How long should families
of 239 passengers wait to
continually hope and lament?


April 5, after March 8,2014.

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