Every Nation

chester maynes

The solid ground,
the liquid sea,
the black smoke,
the asphalt road,
the thin horizon
of everywhere in
every nation.

Who are you
in the big storm?
Who are you
in the deathbed?
Who are you
in love with someone?
In every nation where
people have their
own image.

The wet rain,
the dry fields,
the soft gelatin,
the bland bread,
the white dove
of everywhere in
every nation.

We stare at the
creation and play
with the hands of
the animals in every
nation where the darling
petals of red roses are
like girlfriends of our
every day.

2015

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