Today I saw a Nazi

I sam a boy who looked like a Nazi today.

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

Blonde

Blonde tops.

A strong nose, the face of a handsome child.

When he walked

he strutted,

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

Shining

Shining

Blonde hair to one of those black and white photographs.

Today I saw a Nazi.