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Autistic Child on Floor in Den 

They leave him on the floor again
damp, pale.

He frightens them, as always,
with his dire echoes of final days.

Mother is fidgety, Father smokes.
Geraldine plays the viola.

This is how a family copes with a child
a continent away.

This is how they perceive his blank stare:
stars.

This is why they move to higher ground:
coastal flooding.

They tiptoe around him
as if he were the rising tide,

wait for the storm to subside.

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