Nam
my father’s disdain
for mosquitoes
and rain
befell him
in Nam
those forces
were strong
in the memory
Mekong
of jungle trips
seen from
the river
the Delta
the valley
the sad grey faces
of sullen boys
solemnly
leaving
their traces
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Jenny Bell is a poet, seeker, and artist. She began writing poetry as a young motherless girl to make meaning of things and express herself. Formerly a stonemason, she spent 2 decades building unique stone projects across Kentucky and Florida. She is a meditation teacher and guide with her primary focus being compassion. She is an avid haiku writer as well. She currently lives on and manages a horse farm with her husband and their menagerie of critters just outside Louisville Kentucky.