here, amongst puddingstone boulders
bordering VFW parkway
i think of ben, soon off to afghanistan.
and tack, a man with twinkling eyes
and a smile that lit up the world
haunted 40 years later
by the things he saw in the jungles of vietnam.
who i shared my life with for a few short weeks so many years ago,
who woke shaking in the night
from dreams of war.
to all who go to war, willing or unwilling
may you be safe in body and mind.
may you neither kill nor be killed.
may you neither maim nor be maimed.
may you remember that those you fight are no different than you
that they, like you, want only for themselves and their loved ones
be safe, happy, and to be able to live peacefully on this earth.