Denton Tap & Sandy Lake

by
Hubert Wilson

 

Incredibly surviving a year of Asian war.
Now at last almost back at his home door.
Thinking of all he had missed.
Even making a mental Christmas list.
Repeating it every day.
Staving off total dismay.
Examining every holiday detail.
Considering even every seasonal smell.
Totally engrossed.
Imagining her the most.
Obliterated in a flash.
No one survived the fiery car crash!

 

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