
Nephew Steve In Afghanistan |
New War Colors
Sitting outside
Having a cigarette.
I take a moment to glance at the sights.
I see mountains, One, Two, Three, Four.
Layers of them, the fourth crowned in snow.
Above these giants: soft wisps of clouds.
The sun setting casting purple and red on all it touches, renders the beasts
harmless when they’re glowing.
Pink and red the new war colors.
This land Is beautiful.
And when I see These sights,
I think of home.
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