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I teach soldiers
back from war.
I hear so much silence.
I see such glow
pale suchness
pride, a slim yes
a nod, an offset
remark or two.
They sit in when
Muscle-sharp
A pin drop, a cut
A dark brow, a tuft
A quick smile.
Somewhere in the room
I have soldiers who
ask without asking
What now?
David Plumb has worked as a paramedic, cab driver, cook, tour guide, and adjunct professor.
Writing has appeared in The Washington Post, Outlaw Poetry Network, Sport Literate, Beatitudes 50 Years, 100 Poets Against the War, Salt, Blue Collar review, Gargoyle and One Paycheck Away. The author of ten books, he volunteers for the Alzheimer’s Poetry Project and is past director for a homeless shelter. Will Rogers said, “Live in such a way that you would not be ashamed to sell your parrot to the town gossip.” Plumb says, “It depends upon the parrot.”
