ABOUT THE TIME

About the time
we were gliding over Meadow Lake
powered by the wind
and feeling absolutely peaceful —
another suicide bombing in Irac!

Last year  when we were sailing
I recall the same thing happening.

I’ve been on the lucky side of life —
allowed to reach an age
I thought I’d never reach.

Some day I might achieve a century —
and bombs will  likely still explode.

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