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I flag. We rest.
My brother tires. We pause.

We ascend.
In pain the heights are scaled.
In suffering we behold the beauty.
We descend.

I flag. We rest.
My brother tires. We pause.

We cannot go on.
We go on.

pax fragilis

I watch through the storm door, smudged with a winter’s worth of cold fingers and faces, as a choleric blue jay alights noisily in my angry/contented tree.

I think he sees me. I step back from the glass.

“War! War!” he cries.
“Come and fight me. I can take the rook. I have defeated hawk and owl.”

“Please dear blue jay, I mean no harm. I am a pacifist. I will not fight you.”

The little dog comes up the walk, ready to come in.

In the violence of the storm door opening, the battle is over.

I am conqueror.

I am indicted.

because I am involved in mankind…

Genesis.

Pangaea?

Archipelago?

Judith Vestal, Clyde J. Williams, Brandon Mick, and John Donne.