Saturday, July 22, 2017

First Off

Small grenade scooting
down the side of the shed
down the drainpipe

innocent as rain
into the coolness

                                    cellar stairs

seeking the shelter


how come that wasn't it
how come there was more

changing everything

Probably dropped by some young guy
now rocking in his chair
on a porch
remembering the beauty
of Southern Germany
all those small villages
and bigger clusters

On a hill perhaps
across from a church
those were greenhouses

Not a munitions factory--

oh so long ago


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