A peace
without the big noise of beating swords into ploughshares,
without words, without
the thud of the heavy rubber stamp: let it be
light, floating, like lazy white foam.
A little rest for the wounds—
who speaks of healing?
—Yehuda Amichai, “Wildpeace”
Don’t talk to me about
politics. I’ve got eyes, man.
—Sharon Olds, “The Issues”
At my desk in a backwater of…
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