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My student’s didactic poem about peace

stated, “Peace is illusional,

but it always starts with you.”

True.

Peace begins with me

in my mind

I craft a story

designing peace

or destroying it

I see beauty and delicacy in a glass

before deciding if it is half full

or half empty.

Peace begins with me

when clouds shroud the sun

shade and coolness calm me

in the midst of chaos.

Illusions of peace

prevent my full disclosure

from all the webbed fractures

of what is real.