Spring III

....another poem about Spring

Every time I hear about Beirut 
on the news, I think of you;
showing me your home city
in tiny slides held up to the light. 
I was studying for a job; for a life.
You were learning how to rebuild a city
“now the war is over,” you said.
I’ve never seen anything so blue
as those Lebanese skies
in tiny slides
held up to the light. 

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The Tideline

This is Part III of a poem in four parts that I wrote for MMTR’s CTLG about a mature student I met in my first year of university in 1997. I will never forget this conversation and genuinely do think of him every time I hear about Beirut on the news…

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