Thursday, March 2, 2017


The mourners
hardly spoke
when the war was over
everyone became smaller
in the Square
after the funeral
for the elderly town mayor,
one soul
wore a triangle
with spokes
the only necklace
she could find
with string
on the road
it was a compass
on the road
for she had no where to go
after the last airplane raid
of the enemy
whom no one knew
burnt up
in the passing snow.

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