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Submitted:Feb 16, 2013 Reads: 22 Comments: 4 Likes: 2
It happens!
a flower blows
a blast of color
into the camouflage
a beautiful beacon
of hope
in the dust
of a city's
cinders.
Beneath
a rose canopy
the pulse
of the capital
hot coffee
and cigars
in high noon
petals garroted
on bayonets
Talk in the square
folding bread
radio antenna adjusted
pictures in place
glowing garlands march
born from a pulse
of lead pellets and flowers
crying a color.
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