Sandy Hiss

Rookie (Selma, Alabama)

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
overcomes me.

Sitting On my desk,
ylang ylang in a plastic bottle.
A reprieve from the threat
loitering outside,
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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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 1, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 12, 2011

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