War and Peace
Spring 2014 Vol. 30 #2
Spring 2014 Vol. 30 #2
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I had a friend
who in Fallujah
kept a stone in
his pocket
to rub each time he
felt nervous
By the end of siege
he nearly turned
the stone into a small
bowl for collecting
tears from the death
that stained his eyes
We no longer dream
we no longer speak
but chase imaginations
through insomniatic
streets in our minds
of women and
crying boys
longing to dance
∞
From the Spring 2014 issue of Inquiring Mind (Vol. 30, No. 2)
© 2014 Jon Turner