“…the war…often seems to have happened to someone else.”
-C. S. Lewis, Surprised by Joy
A pickup truck beside a Navajo road
Tables of souvenirs, a Thermos of coffee
Clotheslines of dreamcatchers catching the sun
For now; the dreams must wait for sleepless hours
“You were in Viet-Nam,” the old man said
To another old man. No mystery;
He simply took a chance to make a sale
And did, for both had known the Vam Co Tay
Old men along the road, catchers of dreams
Who burned their chances in the long ago
May 6, 2018
May 6, 2018 at 2:49 PM UTC
“…the war…often seems to have happened to someone else.”
-C. S. Lewis, Surprised by Joy
A pickup truck beside a Navajo road
Tables of souvenirs, a Thermos of coffee
Clotheslines of dreamcatchers catching the sun
For now; the dreams must wait for sleepless hours
“You were in Viet-Nam,” the old man said
To another old man. No mystery;
He simply took a chance to make a sale
And did, for both had known the Vam Co Tay
Old men along the road, catchers of dreams
Who burned their chances in the long ago