Produced by Dennis Camire

This week’s poem is by Bruce Guernsey of Bethel. His most recent book is “From Rain: Selected Poems,” from Ecco Qua Press, 2012.

 

THE WALL

By Bruce Guernsey

 

Someone has opened a giant

map and with the tips of our

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fingers, each of us suddenly

blind,

we track the black cold of this

monument for names we know

like finding a route home.

 

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Lost here

this damp spring morning,

the cherries exploding like the Fourth of

July, we wonder how many maps of Viet

Nam sold those years,

so many strange sounding places.

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One of us holds a magnifying

glass to McCarroll, McMorris,

McNabb, small print in the

polished stone,

the way a neighbor, say, in Neoga,

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Illinois, might have done, late at night

searching that faraway land on his kitchen table,

 

hearing again the morning

paper thump against the front

door, that boy on his bike in

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the dark

grown and gone — what was his

name, that kid from down the

block?

Khe Sanh, Da Nang, Hanoi.

 

Dennis Camire can be reached at dcamire@cmcc.edu


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