Alzheimer's

A blizzard, late in the season, arrives
with its sudden cannonading . . .

It sends a lost soldier wandering, alone
towards the center of what he perceives
as a vast clearing in a dense pine grove.

Snowdrifts will billow up past his thighs
and the chalk-blue terrain will forget
its own landmarks by nightfall. He will drop

his rifle and his rucksack on the snow,
hallucinate his dead mother
young again, then collapse. Then the moans,

the deep creak and clatter when the gray slab
of lakeice gives way. A braid of bottom grasses
will hold him down, a frost will heal the sky.
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
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* Sunprincess * 24 June 2014
........oh I wish there was someone there to help him.....this poem makes me wonder if everyone who has this disease even know if they have it....and does it strike all of a sudden or is it a long and gradual process....I must research this one....enjoyed...
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