Veteran - David Gross

We watched him stretch his arm into the sunlit pool where

the spillway stilled, slip his fingers beneath its wide belly,

and in a flash, hoist the three-foot gar writhing in his grip,

snapping rows of thorny teeth. Grinning, he said, Dance...

and tossed it toward our bare, leaping feet.

 

       watching fireworks

from a hospital window

            my father dying

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