The separation is painful; her soldier husband is
somewhere on the front lines.

Every day is a lament, and she hasn’t heard from
him in weeks.

She sees flocks of birds returning now that it’s spring,
but still no correspondence from her husband.

In a dream she sees him bloodied and unconscious,
and when an officer knocks on her front door the next day,

before she opens the door, tears fall down her face, and
she knows her husband has died.

Bob Boyd