Dust
With one chance it will
ever see bright light
the golden countryside
is only romantic
to those who never lived
there in winter.
Today is far from war.
We fight every day.
Father, the best war
happens in peace.
A daydream may get
loose, land in a tree
fighting memory, daylight
saved from itself
win against win, the
clock fixed, wound back.
© 2015 Rob Schackne
painting: Luo Zhongli, "Father" (1980)
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