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War

In peace the sons bury their fathers, but in war the fathers bury their sons.
Croesus

You have to leave this warm state of oranges,
for a burning desert. The twenty years of service
in tattered camouflage, but fourteen years
since you finished wiping coarse sand off your boots,
does not satisfy leaders, wearing shiny suits,
starched shirts and red, white and blue
ties, sitting in clean, corner offices in the pentagon;
so they hand you orders for deployment.

On the edge of a brown couch, you lean down to knot
black shined boots, reflecting olive fingers, as you run
thin laces through metal clips. Next, you slide coat buttons
into each open hole, while your sons observe this ritual,
nervous and impatient, they ambush you with hugs;
their ages combined barely breaking eleven. You set them down,
and walk to the car with my sister;
she wraps her arms around you and squeezes.

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I wrote this for a class in 2004 and is a part of bigger poem titled democracy.

The Rose and the Dandelion

A single red rose,
with soft petals, smooth to touch,
grows in the grass.

The blooming flower,
intoxicating to inhale, wafts sweet scents
on a summer breeze.

The green stem
proudly stands upright, displaying
a crimson glow.

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A golden dandelion, has curled
a path, wrapped around the green stem,
up to be near the rose. Long golden

limbs held firmly, yellow and red
pressed together, to the exuberant
petals of the blooming Dame De Coeur.

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I wanted to remove
the intrusive dandelion
from the glowing rose
but could not do so
without disturbing
the integrity of the rose.
I stood up, leaving
two flowers
delicately intertwined.

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I have been working on this one since 2012. I’m on a fifth edit, still not completely what I’m shooting for but close.