Dottie

Did Dottie die
Or did Dottie disappear
To live a different life
In the clear
On a dead-end drive
A deserted Datsun
It would appear the key
Was still in the ignition
In a drawer Dottie’s
Final testament
And a drawing of
A grinning man
In a vestment
Was Dottie’s daring
Past catching up
Had she dotted
All her i’s
Looking at her dour photograph
You can almost see it in her eyes