about Utako (an excerpt)

Utako had not heard until after the end of the war that the child had died in the care of the person who took it.

'But-do you think the child really died? ' Utako said.

Jiro looked away.

'Sometimes I think that it might still be alive, you know-possibly.'

'I'm certain that it's dead.'

'If it's alive, do you think if I met it somewhere-do you think I would know? '

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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