Born and raised in Florida. Drafted into the Army in 1969. Served in Vietnam 1969-1971. Worked in Kenya 3 yrs., Thailand 3 yrs. in a refugee camp on the Thai-Cambodian border, and Cambodia 4 years. Presently serving in Cambodia as a missionary. |
Every morning she sweeps the dust
That settles there on the step at her door...
In the shade of the car
By the side of the road...
Do not listen to the moon, child
He'll whisper only nonsense in your ear...
We were the best of friends
All summer long and through the fall and winter...
She builds booby traps from paper clips
And ration cans while her GI lover...
I was left behind in the real world
With all its possible embodiments...
Black burns the sun
in the heroin sky...
I watched time move
Familiar to me...
Your breath grows soft with slumber
Your dreams fill the air with fragrance...
Come forth with dogs
To worship sheep...