an opened can of
corn and ash filled cups behind
your bible bookcase
i didn’t notice
dusk approaching silently
baby blue surfboard
against your bedroom
doors my hand reaches to them
Darwin winks at me
encircling my legs
your absence claws both our hearts
he feeds on salmon
the path of cigar
ashes etched like hieroglyphs
leads to your studio
Old Glory salutes
me she hangs on solemnly
a noble widow
kneeling in front of
the jar holding your medals
Darwin smiles at me
words less spoken 
A cascade of memories.. Very well done. And I love the idea of Darwin smiling…
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Happy Friday, Violet thanks for reading and commenting. its great encouragement 🙂 Darwin was the soldier’s cat, yes he smiled a lot. growing up i had the honor of meeting lots of military folks and i still do. i was born toward the tail end of the Vietnam war and i cant recall a moment of peace. Darwin? Have we evolved from re;lying on force and violence as human beings? im humbled by the courage of our service folks either way.
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