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Flanders Field

The quiver of the river awakened him

as he fell headlong into memories

stacked on a rack in the downstairs closet.

Trees were genuflecting to the prevailing

wind bullying its way to infinity

Where the council of doves talked of love

Poppies on the graves of the heroic

fallen far away and long ago in

the eternal dark of Flanders Field.

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