tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956072658295955015.post2759224620966735492..comments2023-10-19T10:35:16.272-04:00Comments on Peace Weaving, Peace Fasting, And Peace Poetry: Fast Day 163 July 16 2010 {Algebra y Fuego}Montaghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00017648070522030951noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956072658295955015.post-38563978004277565122010-07-16T07:24:24.588-04:002010-07-16T07:24:24.588-04:00Thanks, R
You are early. I'm still making cha...Thanks, R<br /><br />You are early. I'm still making changes as I look at it up on the site. I won't touch the last two lines. <br /><br />I've had a lot of good intentions, and they don't last very long. Our pasts come right up and roll over them, squashing them flat...Montaghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00017648070522030951noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956072658295955015.post-58439527133496636892010-07-16T07:09:09.202-04:002010-07-16T07:09:09.202-04:00I wish you would submit this to The Sun, or somewh...I wish you would submit this to The Sun, or somewhere.<br /><br />When I was 18 I met a young man, in a wheelchair. Vietnam, I'm guessing. I went home and told my mother I could marry a man in a wheelchair. I don't know how long good intentions last. <br /><br />This is a terrific poem. The last two lines burn it up.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.com