Tim Suermondt

Issue #
February 3, 2014

Remembering The Ones Who Didn't Come Back

sually when it rains—
though never of monsoon proportions.

A young woman tramps down
a dirt road with an old ox

whose bell around its neck
can be heard even with a transport

plane roaring overhead. A soldier

holds his rifle with one hand,
and waves to the woman with the other.

She waves back: a touching scene
the world is still capable of.

We keep our umbrellas close by now—
they trained us so well.

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