When you feel the violence ripping
At the edge of the story ---
Of the image—
Like an old postcard, hand tinted,
That she sent, idyllic
And yet no mention of the grudges,
The dark spears – black ironwork fleur de lis on the railings.
The eyebrows raised,
The handshakes of world leaders,
Not giving anything away.
- Rita Cummings/2011