War dead fell in patterns around craters, and
will long enrich the battlefield. Some forever
will inhabit the soil. Survivors, like shadows,
return to circle the lush grass; argue possible
versions of their own history. Since victory,
I offer my … [Read the rest...] “Mount Zion Church, Grant Takes Command | Keith Moul”

Dolly’s life and my life proceeded apace, anyway,
but only since 1996 overlapping at her prairie cafe.

She was only thirty when the former operator quit
the lease, held so long patrons forgot “before Bill.”
At sixty years, I only … [Read the rest...] “Dolly’s Place on S.R. 29 | Keith Moul”