Marjorie A. Buettner...


Memorial Day

This mist that rides the center of the lake rises up to meet the dawn like old solders on their way home or old women waiting for their return, lost in an endless cycle of longing, caught in dreams of regret. This Memorial Day I dedicate this morning to those young solders--men and women--who step out into death as if greeting an old friend, extending hands, unafraid of the embrace. Then I dedicate the rest of the day to those who are left behind, waiting, wondering, weeping...

she pulls the grass off the marker's face Memorial Day

WHCHaibun 2005-05-30

Copyright Marjorie Buettner, 2005