memory sleeps
beneath time’s blanket,
closes its eyes,
and disappears in dream.
life is leveled, edges beveled
smooth and regular.
days pass.
thirty-seven years later
a helicopter is shot down
in Afghanistan.
men are lost
and fear chokes me
again, high above hills and jungle,
taking fire from below,
a Chinook just like theirs,
frantic to fly
away.
Jan 29, 2010
Jan 29, 2010 at 6:34 AM UTC
memory sleeps
beneath time’s blanket,
closes its eyes,
and disappears in dream.
life is leveled, edges beveled
smooth and regular.
days pass.
thirty-seven years later
a helicopter is shot down
in Afghanistan.
men are lost
and fear chokes me
again, high above hills and jungle,
taking fire from below,
a Chinook just like theirs,
frantic to fly
away.
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