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


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