The grapes are just beginning to bloom. The canes on one side have climbed to the roof. On the other, they have found inspiration and support in the apricot tree. And the apricot, in her grace and charm, returns blush for blush.
Nationalism, patriotism, and pride are coins — certainty on one side, violence on the other. May humans someday learn to pay their way with loaves, poems, and rose petals.
Lately I have died in my sleep. Waking is the dream that I write. To live is to read these sentences twice.
June 5, 2020
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Categories: New Poems & Pieces
Tags: Apricots, Coins, Diaries, Dreams, Grapes, Journals, Nationalism, Patriotism, Poems, Poetry, Pride, Reading, Sleep, Writing
William Michaelian 