They (four of them)
went to the State Fair
and never returned from there
and four unexpected obituaries
appeared in news print —
around Indiana and beyond.

I was walking
the streets of Kissimmee
around the time
the stage collapsed
and didn’t hear the screams —
just heard about it on TV
and thought how it must be
to be then not to be
without an inkling of possibilities.

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