A Poem for Jay Wenk, A Dragonfly by Doug Rawlings

June 08, 2018

Doug Rawlings remembers VFP member Jay Wenk.

 

A POEM FOR JAY WENK, A DRAGONFLY

It's that time of year again

bridging late spring and early summer

when up here the black flies contend with

the mosquitos for my blood in the garden dirt.

And then come the dragonflies

who don't know me from Adam

but they somehow find me in my time of need

swinging by to let me breathe a bit easier..

So, Jay, I asked in the backseat of Ellen's car

in the middle of our usual veterans' bitch session

was there any time you guys stopped your pissing and moaning?

Yeah, he said. When we freed that concentration camp.

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