I am sure that I also took this during mom's visit, given the date on the photograph.
The entrance was to the right, and the BOQ buildings were to the left, if you kept following the main road.
Minot AFB
Darkness.
Without pairs of rolling lights from the main gate,
I would lose one way out to blindness.
If the only connection between Point Loma
and this base is mine, I am
no less free than I have been.
And since I never hear those dead,
or ever know a living thought
saving my own,
I have no communicating as others.
Worthlessly still I arrange
contact on paper.
Trying to continue through any interruption.
One, and then another day's distractions
prevent succeeding grief's reaction.
No scale or grid of suffering
(enough to realize what hurts
that any pain is well enough).
I know as much will remain
as sufficient to remember what was lost.
Of cities pushed from civilization
as they no longer link to provide.
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