Poetry by Barbara Goldberg

After the War

It was a Czech film and the lead was a dead ringer
for my uncle, same full cheeks, almond eyes, slicked
back hair, there he was, my uncle, on screen, larger
than life. The movie had a happy ending, our hero reclaiming
his fortune, his life. My uncle also survived, spared

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