patrol

we were caught

we were caught in forever,
on the edge
of oblivion,
dizzy from the height.

we walked a narrow path
between yesterday
and tomorrow.

we played dangerous
games with eternity
along those ridge-lines.


after we went home,
some of us couldn't
shake the image
of a long, beautiful fall
into death.

(about the photo: taken at LZ Stud in late September, 1968, just before heading out to the Laotian Border. yours truly second from the left.)