Close to the center of the seat of power
A boy walks in black Vans
And his favorite plaid fleece, black and white, with flecks of pink
The dog-eared cold does not faze him
The traffic, noxious and insistent, rolls right off him
This boy, one boy, from one town among so many
Dreams of International Affairs and Conflict Resolution
The bare cherry trees bear only possibilities
No blossoms blooming yet
Yet.
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