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Cusp of Peace April 1, 2007

Posted by vsap in Blogroll, Poetry.
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The cusp of peace is here
A brooding canyon, forebodes
And we can’t hear for what we see
Unexpected self-loathing
The cusp of peace is here
In the eyes of Rosa Parks
Though now still and closed we see
Light emanating, vanquishing dark
The cusp of peace is here
Mounted on a striding Arabian
It’s gate confident and precise
Its continence radiant
The cusp of peace is here
Its weapons as old as time
Rocks and glass and nails and C4
Shattered into war crime
The cusp of peace is here
It is pain and loss and discovery
The moment of sweetness has passed
Lost is a road to full recovery
The cusp of peace is here
And we distill it and filter it out
River water into drinking water
And faith strained through doubt
The cusp of peace is here
Shadow of a rock at noon
Mossy and damp on one side
Speaking like a ring neck loon.

November 2, 2005

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