A bright thought flies across my afternoon
fighting to stay aloft as my finger, on an old roadmap
traces a trip across the desert decades ago,
driving west in the early summer of our marriage.
Ned Balbo – Holy Wars for Us
No Holy Wars far them; the most the small
Can ever give us is a nuisance brawl.
— Robert Frost, “No Holy Wars for Them”
Frost’s world is gone, if it was ever here.
States strong enough to do good bring, instead,
more wrong than he imagined. Every year,
they off er threats designed to silence dread
Angie Estes – Beautiful Thinking
Each morning, before the sun rises
over the bay of Villefranche-sur-Mer
———————-on the Côte d’Azur, cruise ships drop anchor
Moving fast, the eye
works it out that
they’re a couple, he
reaches out to
touch her cheek, no,
to take her cellphone.