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- by Linn Barnes

-Linn Barnes 

While wishing for peace 
we the hopeful remain forlorn 
at the foot of ancient

steep and high hills where 
can be found the soul
of justice waiting for

a proper more felicitious 
successful encore
while citizens wishing 

dreaming for a re-birth
of the gnarled republic
shuffle here and there

women in full capes 
men in brimmed hats
stutter-stepping an old waltz.