It is the best of times
when the need for language surrenders
and gazes twinkle -
Brother embraces brother
neighbor greets neighbor
and the wind sings gentle in the branch
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The deep, untended storm,
urgent at last, seizes the view
There -
hoisted in distress
tossed clouds,
flags-swollen into graves
from the bombing,
suddenly too near
An implosion of hope
on this continent, and others
which now mingles with our darker histories
coagulates transgressions,
Like a old sulk between neighbors
or, worse
foolish bravado
festered in blood -
still un-forgiven.
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The earth,
This brief setting -
our table - meal and fearful glances
All our precious cargo
Whirls….