Peace

Poem by Voirrey Faragher

The peace lily in my bathroom has one white flower:
          it bows down like a white flag.
We have not known peace,
            do not know its contours,
its colours, whether it is shaped like the earth,
like the sky or like the pure white shell
            with its universal spiral
which sings to us, haunts us as we try to imagine
        a place where peace might reside.

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