The date is March 30, 2003.
The day the United States invaded Iraq.
Tempest
A tempest blows in Florida.
I walk as the clouds gather
dark, foreboding, yet lightning free
Until I round the bend
to the lake and the
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A great blue heron
symbol of aggression
is up to its feathers in water
In deep, trying to escape
what is coming -- me.
The wind blows harder
The fountain spray flails
like so much holy water
on the holy war to come
Jihad for those who are
pre-emptive and assumptive
and arrogant of all
The world should be.
I see a tree, the last
remaining flowers and
The bottom branch, broken, hanging
swaying in the wind.
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