On days like this
when it rains all day
and is dark and drear
I flash back
to the months
I spent
on Okinawa
Something dark and sad
takes charge of my soul
or at the very least
my memory
and the quonset huts
come into focus
tinny looking half-barrels
on a hill
near Yomitan
the off-limits
village
where we went nightly
to escape
the monotony
of peacetime soldiering
sake and song
Noriko and her sisters
All sayonara now!
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