In your room we sit and wait
and winter shoulders on and
presses hard against the glass
High clouds racing
Hard breaking sky
A great mind unstrung
sounds like limbs
on frozen trees groaning
in a winter forest
Robins leaving gardens
one by one they take
their cruel songs south
their bloody smocks home
Explain to your nurses
how Chamberlain’s men
disobeying orders
saluted rebs at Appomattox
How this brought tears to your face
How this proved you still could feel
End of War
Peter Sturtevant is a life coach, consultant and writer who lives and works in Washington DC and Brooklin, Maine. Peter holds a BA in religion, an MA in English and a MALS in counseling philosophy. He is drawn to animals, words, water and music— and notions of loss or change.