Normandy Now
Velcro shod man
lingers in the V.A. clinic
for yet another visit;
he slowly turns pages,
reading pictures.
Withered man
peeking from beneath bushy eyebrows
laying odds on another day
at the park: stooping
to stop the ball
a kid just threw curved
into the wheelchair.
Sitting
his old bowed head
white and sparse of hair
a tired head,
tired of waiting
to finish
the landing.
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