22A Poem by Alfred KukitzWe are wearing red shirts for the fallen at Good Shepherd rehab facility. I volunteer there.On the 22 daily suicides of Afghan & Iraqi Vets Eyes draw down on the end of day Another miracle as seems to happen everyday with breath of silver, thoughts of gold, I recall the enchantment on the I Ching (book of chance) scroll Twenty two, twenty two, drawn on red's color One sees them all in the mind' eye trance If only a prayer could reach out to there breath. © 2016 Alfred KukitzReviews
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StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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