This traitor
came from a long
line of zero in, drop
the load, circle
around to catch
the explosion. Dad: Korea, Grand
father: WWII, Great: The War
To End All. Her pig tails
bounced to the yellow
bus: he savored her hot
cocoa kiss. His
mission: bombard tunnels a half
world away—tunnels that snaked so
close to a school where boys
with skinned knees can see
the future. Dad
refused, wondering will she one
day grasp his truancy.
This
landscape whispers buried
secrets into a history alive with
generations of red tailed
hawks that scout for mice in
nutting trees that produce for
mule deer, squirrels, and jack rabbits—who
plump for coyotes and wolf packs. Symbiosis until
crack of a gun, groan of a plow, spread
of macadam herald dwindling
numbers and displacement. They cleave
to the green path
dodging the metal
onslaught.
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