it
took the whole winter
to
finally get a forecast ofsix inches of snow
on the marshall trail
if i want to ski again i've got to be ready
the
ground
still
has some give to itthe deer never seem surprised
their bodies in motion
in full contrast
forty-eight
years ago
it
rained as i walked down
to the draft board
to say
hell-no
every
story has a moral
even
this onebut don't ask
the weatherman
to find the right map
it's time to go by instinct
forty-eight
years ago
i
refused army inductionpassed out anti-war flyers & buttons
as the sergeant started his pep talk
and a couple of ready soldiers
grabbed me by the elbows
and moved me out
i
tried eye contact
with
the whole roomblurting out
a few words
like
you don't hafta cross that line
and
that became my mantra
a
muster of moral persuasionin simple terms
but mainly
instinct
as if killing & dying
can be reduced
to a common denominator
---
e b bortz
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