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Main Thoroughfare (poem)
By Dwight Jenkins
[Printer-Friendly Version] A breeze blows ceaselessly at the veteran's cemetery
Reviving fresh memories of the missing and the found
Bright sun on the warm white stones that bind us together
Forever fixed in a willing earth that brings all to a halt
Air slipping softly past like sappers, memories of then
No one's fault, just grassy avenues of approaching men
—Dwight Jenkins
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