This poem is taken from Stand 242, 22(2) June - August 2024.

Regi Claire Three Poems
Girl, Woman, Soldier

A girl runs with me through the woods, behind us
the sound of thunder tearing up the past, in her hand
a bag filled with her life. When she stumbles away,
it is to find a place of coolness, a cellar, to lay her load.
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