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Unformatted text preview: I see the booby trap's white flash. Names shimmer on a woman's blouse but when she walks away the names stay on the wall. Brushstrokes flash, a red bird's wings cutting across my stare. The sky. A plane in the sky. A white vet's image floats closer to me, then his pale eyes look through mine. I'm a window. He's lost his right arm inside the stone. In the black mirror a woman's trying to erase names: No, she's brushing a boy's hair. From Dien Cai Dau by Yusef Komunyakaa. Copyright © 1988 by Yusef Komunyakaa....
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This note was uploaded on 09/19/2011 for the course HON 2150C taught by Professor Fiero during the Fall '11 term at St. Johns Duplicate.
- Fall '11