I think of the young men on horses
in the park after the parade
with sticks in their hands,
playful and powerful warriors
jumping and tromping in circles
while ancestors watched from the big tree
a moment of so much beauty
placed ironically after
a very long and ugly past,
everyone finding a place in this world
Saturday, August 9, 2008
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