Omaha Beach Poem by Francis Poole
Omaha Beach
On June 6
if you go for a walk barefoot
along the tide's edge
where the waves
draw back
like a silk tablecloth
erasing the foam
from the polished sand
you might feel
the cold faces of the dead
on the soles of your feet
Monday, April 29, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: june
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