Ayrian youth right in front of my headlights.
Harkening back to those pictures,
those snapshots in black and white.
Trimmed and Proper.
Head shaved up the sides to
A strong nose, the face of a handsome child.
When he walked
shoes flopping, the black soles heavy with history slapping the gray pavement.
I imagined, as I drove, cutting out his bright technicolor face,
(around the edges of his ears, of course)
then gluing that
Blonde hair to one of those black and white photographs.
Today I saw a Nazi.