When I was two, I escaped
the prison of my crib
to the Beloit mall parking lot
just beyond my backyard.
I pulled on my Barbie robe and
put on bunny slippers for a
journey to the fresh air that
teased me through the screen door.
My mother has no idea how I got out;
only that she left her child sleeping and
then a police officer knocked on
her door with her smiling baby.
We used to laugh about it, but
Amber Alerts have taken away the
humor and the days when we
beat back the summer heat
by propping our back doors open.
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