Looking Nervous
Everything becomes a fixation,
a place for eyes to rest while all else
seems unable.
Staring at a farm house, a rooftop,
even eyelids become
a quiet fixation.
And I know on a bus, on the field
anywhere.
I would carry any of them,
and hold the weight
of the look on the faces of each of
these
men around me.
With the same look I have.
I know it's not a war
And I know we're not soldiers.
But if you have to ask,
if you can't understand
why we look this way.
I'm more concerned about what you
aren't
and what you don't know
about men like us.
Ian Repko
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