Fasting and Poetry For Peace and an End to the Iraq War
I flee as a butterfly from wormwood,
With honey’d sweet letters
To old friends in Verona !
Friends are rays of sunshine in our faces,
Rememb’ring ancient loves
From exile in Mantua!
Th’inconstant orb - steady - waxes old only
outside your garden, outside
Your vine-embroidered bower!
Susan, surprising and sharp
As deer that drift up from a hazy forest,
Filling in sun painted areas pale of human voice,
Suddenly swimming into view
With soft breathing, light and dark…
Until life is Monet textured with layers of color.
