Bang, bang,

Pause,

Giggle

At the end of May

     We remember

Remember all those who serve

     and have served

That we may be free

Our heroes for a modern day.

His back was slightly hunched, as if he used those muscles in ways most people don't. His neck seemed long as he stretched to look at you more closely, in an almost predatory way. His hair was unkempt and wild, coming to points above his ears. And, he seemed to always scowl, sitting on his front porch in the old neighborhood, as if guarding something.

Whispers in the night, even in the day

call, challenge, even drive.

Concepts blown on the wind,

images form and reform,

until one dominates the view

Ghostly it seems

Glimpsed in the dark

Snow falling in large flakes

Painting shifting shadows

Across the twilit land