Slipping in under the wire here...
I was fortunate enough to be in the front row of a wreath laying ceremony at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier today at Arlington National Cemetery. I'm speechless at the hours that went into the perfection of those few minutes. Also, I want the voice of the sergeant-who-must-be-obeyed; when he instructed the crowd to stay standing and quiet, there was nary a cell phone beep or a whispered comment. I need him to ride herd on SO many places.
But the best was when the honor guard marched by so closely that I could count the moles on their cheeks. The unknown soldier was suddenly known. It was him and him and her and him and her...
hat brims slant; pitched roofs
one like one like one like one
underneath, all eyes
----Sara Lewis Holmes