The Valley of Victory

I saw you there,
resting between the weapon and the last fallen resister,
counting the seconds until official independence,
hoping to be transported to a new identity,
your first love
waving a white flag from past’s shore
to what now seems like a stranger,
a dissolving vision of someone she used to know…

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The Marathon

Last night,raindrops visited upon my roof to tell a story,somersaulted thousands of miles from the heavens,landed with a war cry during a most ungovernable hour.They trekked across red tiles,down the sides of stern walls,through grimy gutters,delivered forbidden messages,confided transcendent thoughts… … Continue reading