Triad Magazine

A Hillsborough Community College Student Publication since 1978.


~ Richard Searcey

I close my eyes and see them standing,
row after row, on a verdant field,
like a militant formation.

Searing heat, from a day no rain will touch,
fills every breath.

RemembranceSilence shrouds all like a patient’s blanket,
knowing the clamor of solemn violence will be brief.

Volleys of anticipated thunder split the air,
and as the sound ripples into the distance,
brackish raindrops assault my cheeks.

Ivory stars on an azure field
find their way into my hands,
and finally I say goodbye.

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