Last Days of Winter

War settles like dust for there is no other side

when winds blow particles from Sudan

to Hiroshima to icy rivers that wild coho

struggle against to lay their bright eggs.

 

On the first day of the first…(more)

Thank you to the editors of Buddhist Poetry Review for first publishing this poem.

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