Memorial Day
Framed by the white plastic
of the kitchen window,
a portrait of feathered friends
bathing together
in the waters of life.
Blue, red, robin, and wren
sharing a statuesque perch,
each drinking from
the shell-shaped reservoir
filled by the gift
of a recent hard-spring rain.
“Red or yellow, black or white,
they are precious in His sight…”
ripples of Sunday memories
disturbed the surface
of my stillness.
A Black gunner,
A Puerto Rican NR2 commander,
A Caucasian driver, and
a young Sergeant
of Vietnamese heritage…
a photo framed by newsprint.
Roosting together in their heroism
atop an armored vehicle -
birds of a different feather,
flocking together,
where storms of lead reign
and reservoirs fill with blood.
Sacred moments of reflection -
my silence rippled
by the melody of the cell phone.
A Cherokee friend,
calling to sing
the birthday song.
Copyright © Kay Caputi | Year Posted 2006
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