On Veterans Day
If I could,
I’d lay me down
beside your bones,
dear Father,
to swim your golden sea,
roam the verdant fields
hand in hand,
forever.
I’d pull my teeth
a thousand times,
bind, blind these wicked eyes,
be your little boy
of ten,
again.
About the Author: T. J. Masluk has master’s degrees from Columbia University, a Ph.D. from Sofia University, and read creative nonfiction at the University of Oxford. A former behavioral scientist with literary ambitions, his latest poems appear in The Columbia Review, Wisconsin Review, Xavier Review, New Contrast, The Galway Review, Poetry Scotland, Orbis, The Hong Kong Review, Modern Literature, Adelaide Literary Magazine, in various anthologies, and elsewhere. He’s from Northampton, Pennsylvania (USA), the one-time cement capital of the world. Quarrying and life in small-town America are leitmotifs recurring throughout his work. Further details: https://nyq.org/poets/poet/tj-masluk
Image: Unsplash, downloaded (https://unsplash.com/photos/white-dandelion-in-bloom-dOZmKYS5CDw) 18. 1. 2025.
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