I stood in mountain pose, with my heart open to the dead.
I watched 525 names of men, lost to the war, for most of an hour.
When I was cold, I opened my heart more and breathed though the loss of them.
I bowed to the dead, known and unknown, and then I walked slowly away.
Monday, November 10, 2008
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