vietnam

It’s about time
And wanderings
And grass that grows
Beneath your feet

when you smiled
And said i love you and
shared a summer peach

Forty years ago
i saw your father on the street.

his eyes were grey and

emptied of all his dreams.

you had died, he said simply

'over there' in a foreign field

i still see you

young and so believing

smiling in the wind that summer day

Searching for the answer to something
You didn't have the chance to ask