Sunday, November 11, 2007


Remembrance Day
is snow,
and red felt poppies with green felt centers.
Only recently did the centers become black.

They used to be green,
and we'd buy them for a quarter
when the veteran services trays came around the classrooms.
A vaguely flower-shaped sail would top our pink eraser boats
that crossed the wooden expanse of our desktops
exploring for the Hudson Bay Company.

I remember
red and green felt left on a gravestone in the snow,
and my father's voice proud,
choked with withheld tears,
and visible in the November air.
Grandfather Elwood survived WWII
to be hit by a car months before I was born.

I have not planted a poppy in that granite for years,
but I still remember my unknown soldier
fought for peace.

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