A poem to
my dad
Years ago you took me there to play among the
desks
Exalted in my own way, your only child, princess
of peaceful nations,
Running about the halls of world governance,
"They shall beat their swords into plow
shares",
Full of hope for a world that had so recently run
amok--
as it would do so again in the pendulum swing of
time--
And hope would swing back too, kind of by the definition of a pendulum and
the ways of the world
March 28, 2001
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