Make the best of it, my father said.
As though it were no hotwater mislaid keys sixfeet
of snow carcrash (no one hurt).
As though earth did not shake rocks
crack curtain split
and light did not flash
over silver (bromide) like nova through history.
He was keepcalm and carryon stiff
No glow (worm): the blinded.
Me she we splitlocked
the blowtorch blue Light of the world.
Did you see the unknown soldieress walk again?
Twelve Days of Boots: Day 8 by The Pioneer Woman
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