The Time Machine
© John Tabah

I see a Vietnam vet siting on a park bench
jumping to the ground
from the bang of a firecracker thrown by his son

The young boy laughs at his dad
and nothing is said
as his father gets up and walks away

Trapped in his own time machine
flashing him to a time and place
with the re-experiences of unwanted feelings

Hiding from his son the innocent events
that leave him isolated and mindful of
yesterday’s unforgettable events.

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