Nelson
Called Vietnam Beautiful
Nelson
called Vietnam beautiful despite the war.
The child
could be
anyone's. My toes so cold this winter
morning.
If I move
what's on the piano bench, I might play.
Goals
drift in
the stinky air. Suppose, in the year of
the telephone,
you
contact your aunts. Planet Earth provides
a goodness,
even
metal--like titanium. Some words such
fun to say.
Why not:
tripe? The gutted interior. We're the same inside,
said
someone. Except Nelson-the-doctor
mentions anomalies
perhaps
not found till death--a major organ slightly out-of-place.
You
know--not where it's pictured, in the medical text.
Thus
reality. As when, in the ER, the same
guy's wheeled in
month
after month, gun shot wound; and medics must try to save him,
as
commanded. One's oath, rusting in its
way. Imagine marriage!
How first
came special-order flowers, and frosted cakes.
Muriel
Karr