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Camouflage
A man is bending his wife—
melding their shadows with the green forest.
They do not listen
to the nearby cannon’s roar––
will not imagine
that their life together,
so new,
might
not
stretch
into
the
future.
When he looks at his pocket watch,
someday children
ringing a well-stocked table
vanish in
her imagination.
He lifts his musket to his shoulder,
trying to believe
in a future
and in it,
this memory:
two shadows
joined as one,
invisible against
the forest wall.
Prompt words today are green, bend, shadow, cannon and memories.
ouch … well composed!
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So well crafted!
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Very nicely written
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Thanks for checking and then including the link in a comment. I would have hated to have missed this.
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I did miss it! But not for too long fortunately. A work of art in all ways, Judy.
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Well crafted – It came centred without my having to do anything.
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