Cherry Blossom
Dreams of tomorrow I must steel myself myself to a lonely sleep
Waking
I find my pillow wet with tears and discover that I have been biting my lips
our piddling worn-out planes did we think we could win with these toys
how stupid and there the high school girls waving our farewell
with cherry blossom branches
My imagination a Hayabusa III taking off towards Okinawa on a suicide mission April 12, 1945.
please no offence meant to either side (or middle).
Copyright © Nigel Fox | Year Posted 2012
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