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47 Delta Daughter She stoops on her bobbing raft behind her father’s dragging pole, her smile, her wave, her bright pink blouse the single blossom dawning in this world of dripping green. R The depth of greenery and fertility make our war seem long ago and far away. But the tall jungle is gone; this green is new growth. Peel it back and both land and people reveal secrets and scars. A Vietnamese veteran confides: Duty Behind the dirt dyke the crumbling VC bunker— my grandfather’s grave. On holy days I feast both ancestors and wanderers. R Again I sleep, again awaken in a cot between veterans and civilians in a guesthouse over the river. Again the darkness that once held terror seems infinite and hidden life is revealed through what we cannot see. ...

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