MEMORIES OF WAR: I

©2008, Even Lazier Publishing/Seed Center

A Poem:

Walking alone,
wearing war clothes
in London,
I sometimes thought the
crushed buildings had dissolved
in despair.
In many cities since,
I have walked lonely,
and now I know
it is what I want:
What a blessing at times
to be alone
before returning to
life's business,
which is killing.