A POEM OF REMEMBRANCE

LONDON

Emergency leave
never ends well
when a mother
is lost
to breast cancer

I, an Army Lieutenant
flying back to
the Sunni Triangle-
a face in the window at
thirty thousand feet-
for the final
six months
of the tour

A layover in London.
The moist weather,
and a soft couch
in the dim hotel lobby

Queen's Gate Garden
Hyde Park
I, a lone American.
Emotions ornate
as the gates
I peer through
at Buckingham Palace
in the rain,
seeing nothing.

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