then came
the black dress
surrey--
the horses' feet
on the street
elongated.
there were no
passengers since
it was snowing;
driver are
you going,
are you goin'?
the white dress
bench is drenched
in last year
some bombing
quite like
this one.
to be this month
could be alright
like pancake ice,
like sy
rup.
the pretty lady
steps out
of the carriage
it's a marriage
to one leg, no
eyes. "commander
please tell mama
I said hi".
the young boys sound like old men and
they sing the gospel hymns
we would chant when we were children before the war.
about saints
and marching in,
but in december
it's hard to remember
our Father
who art in
heaven-
amen
Author notes
to my uncle whom just got home from war.
A contest entry
- where is your November? by Namita.
1000 points, ended April 9, 2008, 21 entries
Honorable mention
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brilliant imagery
brilliant work
thanks for entering
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what's up with the balance... 
loved the rhyme!
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i have a lack of balence in my life.
Thanks.
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see this isnt fair; i never really know what to say when it comes to commenting your work;
you just put your whole self into the images and its just so genuine.
i adore this.
♥
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you crack me up.
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this is my favorite poem that you've written. it's perfect. i hope you never change it. i'm bookmarking it.
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wow. thanks.
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whoa.
this reminded me of "stopping by the woods on a snowy evening".
i don't know why.
but i meant that as a compliment
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thanks. I do take that as a compliment, since I love that poem.
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