Lee Peterson

For War, Where I Wait For You and For Peace, The Gate

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Poem originally written in English.

FOR WAR: WHERE I WAIT FOR YOU

Jets crowd the sky.
The colors change. Machines.
This burden…
And faces.

Toc
Nhan
Lang
Am
(All missing.)

Hold my heart. Even without hands I can write this, paint this.
Or be turned back from the gate
and into a brown-winged bird
hunting.

FOR PEACE: THE GATE

What color is your hair?
Whose hand do you hold?
These hands we have.

Birds in the yellow sky.
White—under us—sailing.

And our faces change with a wish.
These wings—ours to use.

So much blue—above our heads.
We fly kites.   Form circles.   Sing.

Ask about the sun and where
it comes from:

From light—and the sound
of a bell   ringing so long
no one remembers its name.

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