June 6. D-Day. Those seacoast towns
are like any other on the northern shore
of France. You couldn’t tell
one sur la mer
except for the hundreds
of white crosses and stars of David
splayed across the bone yards.
Walking the beach at sunset
you see Churchill’s
a metal hulk buffeted by waves.
If you listen closely
you almost hear in the distance
a 17-year-old recruit
© by Christine Vovakes.
Used with the author’s permission.