Remnant energies, sheltered in stone
through seasons of debt and sorrow.
War and rebuilding, then war again.
Fortresses chiseled with towers
from which sentries could witness how
wind turned the waters’ brined pages.
Repeat as cities hum into being
and warehouses fill with the resin
of trees. War today, war tomorrow.
What is the difference between
revolution and insurrection? History
might not want you to remember survival
shouldn’t mean turning into stone, that
the simple energy of kindness exists.
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Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
