My aunt said Freddy had been
captured by salamanders.
Most of the older boys were away
and the President was not himself.
Choppers hid in the elm trees at dusk.
I learned to like the many sounds
of Cracker Jacks in my head
during the evening news.
They found Cousin Freddy at the edge
of a swamp. Orange salamanders
were sleeping under his coat.
It made sense later.