touched by a hundred brown hands
beach figures gently formed
loving forms
of adolescence
like in santa monica or the jersey shore
the grit of a shared future
possible?
who knows
deferred
neath the crush of tanks and boots and shrapnel
kicked in and dispersed
piling up with the shattered doors of baghdad
& all the complicit baseless doublespeak
replacing the justice
of reasoning
--- e b bortz
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