Incomprehension
By Pat G
Subtle how a scent of living loosens grip of winter's toil stirs the pulse of spring's forgiving just beneath the warming soil. Bright, as morning's early dawning parts a curtain valley haze. And in numbers unrelenting come the wounded and the dazed Past these perfumed limbs, sweet blooming, Past these certain dogs of war Through the darkened smoke, still looming, Through the waste that spring abhors.Written during the war in Kosovo Written February 18th, 2002 © on Feb 18 2002 05:37 AM PST, Pat Grantt 0 • 10
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