A Hundred Gourds 3:1 December 2013
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Tom Chockley - USA


After my uncle’s funeral my cousins, my sister, and I talk. We’re now the oldest generation in our family lines. Some rueful chuckles; some bewildered smiles at that. One cousin reminds us our uncle never talked about his World War II experiences. “What did that tell us?” One asks. Nods all around. “And, the stories we’re telling our grandkids?”

late evening
a crow folds its wings
for the night

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