Story Poem
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One afternoon I sat alone and watching waves roll into sand
Along this quiet Costa Rican beach there was no one at hand
Pirelo was a barber like his father.
One of many barbers in the shop on base.
The flat-top was the Air Force standard
My heart was thunder in my chest
Upon my shoulders
A mountain pressed
My shredded dress
Blew in the wind
She took my hand,
The sorceress.
Time froze like ice
Her cool blue eyes
This morning I awoke with a shudder Tried to speak but could only stutter Wracked my brain to recall my dreams Had a smoke and life was as it seems All the war, suffering and disease
