I heard
three days too late
for shock
(On the way home from work)
I bought you a flower
& a card & I jogged to your house, the
flower held two-handed before me
like a rifle
& I thought incongruously
of militia men jogging
through the heat of Vietnam
so many deaths
So little time
to recover
before
the next
I would be strong
If I wasn't so lost
A POEM by Jen Frankel. Use the search engine at the top to learn more about Frankel. OR CLICK HERE and read her BIO!
Apology
