Saturday, December 5
Shadow

the hawk has flown

black and white
“Fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity.”
― George Carlin


white
a ghostly memory
of damask roses
night-booming jasmine
olive trees, heavy with fruit

black
reimagined into white and
gone the fear of bombs
gone the crumbled buildings and crushed hearts
the abandoned cities, the empty streets
now the children play, they study
the houses stand and the gardens grow
hope towers, a moral high-ground
the ghost is the dove
and the hawk has flown

© 2016, poem and Illustration, Jamie Dedes (The Poet by Day and Coffee, Tea and Poetry), All rights reserved 

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