American Life in Poetry: Second Tour
Psychologists must have a word for it, the phenomenon of shifting the focus of sadness from the source of that sadness to something else. Here's a fine poem on this subject by Penelope Scambly Schott, who lives in Oregon.
While my husband packed to fly back to Vietnam,
this time as a tourist instead of a soldier,
I drove to the zoo to say goodbye to the musk oxen
who were being shipped out early next morning
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