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The Only Peace

Mark Fleury

Coach says “Don’t dribble the ball
Like it’s a cloud
You’re pounding rain from

Out of your headache.”
He sees how dark it is, hovering
With bulging shades of black and blue,
Lightning flashed from the inside out.

The court of my jawbone’s law
That keeps my talking
Competing between

The two hoops of my eyes (swooshed

By shots that glide
Through where sight meets the same net)

Has moved the cloud
That’s been slamming rain
Onto my concrete mind.

The law that keeps me
In myself has shown the ball-shaped
World beneath the storm that’s soaked
My shoes blood red.

Now the darkness of all
Enemies is inside myself.
That’s where the cloud’s gone:
One Mind’s opposing side.

Can you see the half-court cliff?
At the bottom is my own heart’s
Wasteland of war.

The gates of my mouth
Full of smiling, shining,
Patriotic, tombstone teeth.

A cowboy’s skeleton
Turning into the dust
Of desert sand.

Now only peace is outside of me.

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