it was still night but not at all dark



when the madmen cut the grass open

so we could pass


we swam across the cherry creek

with my cane in his mouth 


something was burning

when we reached the shore 


no need for thankyous

he said


as I hiked my skirt up

to my hips


no need for thankyous 




Poetry by Lourdes
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Written on 2007-05-22 at 12:11

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English War Veteran aged 98
!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Flip !!!!!!!!

just old
its hard to focus when in your ninties