We met as soul mates on Parris Island Somonka

We met as soul mates on Parris Island


there were holes
in the Persian rug we sat on
that Christmas
I could smell the fear
and uncertainty of happiness

no war crimes
would ever be punished
our shadows,
a candle burning at both ends,
kept singing Goodnight Saigon 


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