# Poetry : Memorial at Arlington

“Each contact with a human being is so rare, so precious, one should preserve it.”
–Anais Nin

The green grass, the colorful array of flowers sway, the benign wind blows silent as the canary yellow butterfly
flutters exquisitely under a life giving Sun.

The Savannah Sparrow darts from each magnificent headstone all the while the soft wind lifts the American flag again;
I imagine the sound of the soldier’s trumpet in the recess of my solitude.

The unadorned cross speaks without words; my eyes fill with moisture and I try hard not to blink, the subtle wind transports the fragrance of fresh roses and helps along my tears, once more.

This is a poem I wrote for Yahoo in 2012 when I was a contributor for Yahoo.

Charles Micheaux


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