Collected Poems 23

Shades of Shoah

One Sunday morning in Munich
Seventy years later
I saw six suitcases painted white
Standing on a sidewalk
Each with a rose stuck on
And nametags.

People walked past
Stopped, bent over to read
And continued on
Wth shoulders stooped—
Wrenched from usual Sunday calm.
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