War Poet.ca - A CFAP Project by Suzanne Steele

O May O May Day O May

I thought I was done. but here I write.
letters. letters. letters. to you.
o flight over red desert.
o shiny white sun.
o black Kuchi tents.
o dust devils beneath my whirly bird.
o recce so gorgeous
helping strap my helmet, my frag,
my ballistics on.
urging me to fly deep into country,
he’d just strolled in from.
deep into you, beloved,
o sapphire fault,
o folded earth,
Afghanistan.


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