4.10.07
Translation
You, whose name means "honest child"
and I named for a god
of war
might enter peace
talks to
prove how apt your denomination
and how I live mine
down, leaf & stem twirled
between
harmless thumb & forefinger,
light steps
over holy ground,
wafers of diplomacy set on
my tongue
abashed to speak with you alone.
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I like this, Mark. Are we going to workshop it? It's pretty darn good as is. The stanzas seem to work very well.
Thanks, Charmi. :) No, I hadn't planned on using it for the workshop. I did a lot of revising/rewriting of this one already, and am satisfied with it.
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