Fifth Postcard From Iraq - Poem by Sandy Hiss
The heat of worry
burns my skin at times.
Walking along dangerous roads,
the monotony of perspiration
Sitting On my desk,
ylang ylang in a plastic bottle.
A reprieve from the threat
waiting to molest me
with hands of the reaper.
Scent of a tropical flower
may camouflage my worries
for a brief time
but the underlying odor of death
follows me like a shadow.
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