they finally found you   just as the air is coldest at dawn   it was colder still for all the weeks that you were gone   my arms with marigold   there was one secret that even your sister never knew   throughout the forty-six day mystery of you   the better part of a bottle of gin   blue tarp and parts of you within   banging down the frontage road   haute couture had a kingdom   and you were its crown   you're going down in history   was it your golden smile they'd remember?   tall bones and bright eyes, no   it was the six weeks' mystery of you   you're going down in history