warrior words ravaged for
years of abuse and use,
lay on vintage paper like
wounded soldiers waiting
for field medics with the
poorly trained skills of
a conscientious objector,
sent in to conflict for spite;
rearranged words rupture
with multiple meanins,
leaving room for interpretation
from the first responders
who carelessly witnessed
the incursion during an
ill-timed, ill-fated lunch;
thought provoking words prance
like Lippizan Stallions
around the center of the page,
perfectly framed and well meaning,
fresh from an East Coast vacation
since the West Coast was
too far to the left.
30Jul14
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