Pris Campbell

Pris Cambell

Excerpts from Squall Line on the Horizon

Squall Line on the Horizon


wars stench
permeates the air between us –
shouting
‘you invade my space’,
door slammed behind you


cloaked by clouds
that morphine moon
your spirit
slip-slides each night
back to that old war


helicopter
loud in the night
six months dead
and I still sometimes imagine
you’re really back in Vietnam


squall line
on the far horizon
heart pounding
I double reef my sails
for whatever the night brings


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