…Thanks also for familiar faces,
for boys continually resembling uncle rex;
who these seventy three years has remained in France;
where small white stones mark his place.
thanks also for bambi, a baby girl,
drenched beneath her mother’s weeping.
thanks for neighbors who fled from dachau;
who emigrated next door among their cousins;
and whose silhouettes were always seen
as they breathed beneath an august sky.

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