I met a soldier back in Iraq

That let me hold his gun

He had named Darlene

I was barely fifteen

But he trusted me then

In a war zone when

A mistake could mean a life

I think God made poetry by keeping us alive


You found a pothole

A place to start the crack

And the dream was born

Between the dark and dark

The whole was broken

And now you manifest

A dream unspoken

A place you can rest

Your head

For just


My friend you survive

This way

And the best is yet to come

There’s no end to your dreams

There’s none