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recce (2)

recce, did you cross the river
where the black horse grazed,
and U-shape ambush sat patient
for you in the almond trees (WTF?)
did you stop, immerse your face
that morning, did you shave
put on clean socks just in case?
recce, did you find bearings
did you find the rock,
did you find her, your child,
did you find the hard place?

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