The way a hammer

for my mother

Once on a swimming beach I saw a soldier
and thought nothing of it until I saw another
then lifeguards, coast guard, a low slow chopper,
and finally a man -- oh surely he's the father --
sinking at the wave edge in the arms of a stranger,
then the helicopter sinking, and in its chop the water
ruffled, smoothed and brightened, the way a hammer brightens copper.

2 Comments

pat Bow said:

painful and beautiful

Rosemarie said:

Little did I know.

Love you.

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