IMPROVISATION#93
ACROSS THE DEPTHS

Across the depths
of the sea
a snorkel
above bubbles of air
small birds appear
when nothing much
is seen here
along the Atlantic
it is not to fear
with our gear intact
and my Dutch uncle
wearing pre-war clothing
in a time of Jacob troubles
he reacts to his last letter
in  frantic tiny printed words
with a curse of loathing
as a German prisoner
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knowing life,
is for better or worse.