Memorial Day



I.

I will always remember blazing across the state
following a course set by Sherman
I scorched Atlanta
and shaved a full hour off my estimated time.

I’ve never needed a compass to find home,
but in the middle of the movement
You never realize how fast you’re going.



II.

The fireworks burst in slow motion
insistent on attention; she adverts her eyes
unblinking, I stare straight ahead.



III.

I walk the vacant streets after dark alone
summer in Savannah; humid air, absolutely unmoving
a deep breath escapes pursed lips
it’s the first time in months for easy thoughtless breaths.

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