It’s felt like five years
But perhaps it’s more like ten
1965-1975, six Vietnams in one
With death close to home
Dear price paid in blood
Slow-motion coups aplenty
Fear at home and abroad
But joy amidst the sorrow
A life from new soil springs
Gardens alive with new growth
Friends from the branches sing
A future uncertain, as ever
Hope once more struggles to rise
I will keep writing these stories
As long as I can open my eyes
December 31, 2020
From “A Verse for the Ending of a Decade” by Anonymous
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