Wheat Ears, Selected Poems

Wooden Soldiers

Wooden soldiers of the enemy

stood motionless by our borders

rifles unpolished and

bayonets dull

full moon split the land

in light and shadow lots

and we stayed on guard

kept aiming at them

what one could do with bullets

but count fallen rose petals

and missed kisses

what one could do with bayonets

but take a picture of the monarch

as it defined the perimeter of our dreams

and the center of our love?


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