Festivals.
\nThe tribes meet.
\nDiluted rivers.
\nArchaeology of villages.
\nIn America.
\nForest with branches everywhere.
\nNone the same,
\nexcept the music
\nthat comes with the storm,
\nthe dancing of breezes.<\/p>\n
Whose festival is first?
\nItalians, Germans, Asian,
\nJews, Russians, everyone.
\nThe head spins
\nto see the children of the world
\nat peace.
\nHatred\u2019s drained into the soil,
\nand a bird from paradise
\nflying over the zenith.<\/p>\n
Is this our heritage?
\nTo see,
\nwith eyes
\nuncovered by a veil.
\nHearts that laid down the steel
\nand picked up a rose.
\nPoems for people,
\nold with dreams.
\nCelebrating their mothers and fathers.<\/p>\n
Children,
\nwith faces
\nthat look out the windows
\nof their schools,
\nand hear recess
\ncoming with a bell.
\nTo go and play with each other,
\nremembering only,
\nthe unison of their lives,
\nas they are played
\nin a land of festivals,
\nfor everyone.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Festivals. The tribes meet. Diluted rivers. Archaeology of villages. In America. Forest with branches everywhere. None the same, except the music that comes with the…<\/p>\n