I tried. I stared at the photo,
70 years old, felt the sunlight,
the breeze on the roof, you in dress
uniform, just back from the war,
love, relief, and new beginnings
sailed out over the sky. But
I failed to go there fully, could
not leave this time and place, though
I ached to do so. I’m sorry.

Chagall 2018

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