Sunday, November 07, 2010
Rabbit at Vimy Ridge
Rabbit at Vimy Ridge
Long since deaf, my other senses were heightened.
I may've caught Noah loading two into a boat as much
as what I did see, and today's calendar says 1987.
Today I shall die at the age of 91 with the image of a
bunny zipping through No-Man's-Land and my brain.
We are survivors. We lived through all of that. We --
c. Ciprianowords, Inc. 2010.
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