Monday, July 15, 2013

Places Remembered

Now I dwell in a small room above a sawmill.
I occupy the same chair in the same café,
where all I do is think, What did I learn from war?

Or I go over the high mountains like a boy
again in a country of clouds the sun shines through.
Again I am thinking, Is this the promised peace?

(15 January 2013)

copyright 2013 by Floyce Alexander

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