...And Yet So FarIt began like a love story.Two beautiful peoplesmiling at each otherin a park with flowers blossomedon a Spring day.But this isn't a love story.Two people, who are beautiful at the same time,smiling because that's what people doin a park where people tend to spend afternoonslike this one, a nice Spring day.
And There We WereBrothers,againstwhat they cannotsee.Nineteen,and green.Boys, not men.Foreign, unknown.Noises.Violence.Scarring,just kids.
My Nokia's Battery DiedA man handed me a gun and an army helmet,and pointed to a foxhole in the field.Food has been scarce;the hunting parties have gone missing.I don't like waiting for them to find us,but remaining on the runis not a better option.So we wait for death,or for our magical ending.
BoxCan't smell the roses;they do not grow well indoors.I'm going insane.
Red Adidas ShoesBrash, boldOwns the worldSmarts like a fox,Eyes like hawks.Shirt's black,Same as the slacks.And then there are the shoes.
JanuaryA blanket of snow,plenty of room for angels.Large rubber boots,bundles of coats and scarves,and plenty of hot chocolate.The problem wasschool wasn't cancelled.