near Srebrenica, 1998
It took dominion everywhere.
Stevens, “Anecdote of the Jar”
A shoe stands
at the forest edge,
tongue depressed
with spectacles
and one gray sock.
It’s quiet now:
no more cries
and volleys.
A breeze ripples
the maple leaves,
cicadas chirr,
the sky’s bright blue—
all poised in place
around the shoe.
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