granddad’s war letters
it falls to me to gather
scraps of his story
Author of Cotton Moon
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granddad’s war letters
it falls to me to gather
scraps of his story
Author of Cotton Moon
samurai kittens
turn into ramen noodles –
they are what they eat
Trees sway in the breeze
Water ripples on the lake
Halcyon evenings
all that remains are
the beautiful memories –
an empty crab shell
the brick-lined walkways
between old college buildings
littered with acorns
late-summer evening
the old gate opens slowly
after years away
sharing viruses
a coffee cup labelled LOVE
passes between us
Living in the light
Loving in an endless night
Stop and breathe clear sight
sun sinks into haze
the whole sky forgets its blue
one bright coin remains
Drive in Chicago;
Old man with White Zombie shirt,
walking on a cane.