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poppies are not (Enough

By Daniela Elza

I drink a blood sunset        down Cardinal Avenue.   
my shoes soaked poppies    my mind quiet as

a book         with a bomb         in its mouth.

was it at the bus stop         the fruit leather that hung like
a general's ribbon         from the hands of a homeless child

that reminded me of the red truth dripping down our throats?       

she wishes upon a bone moon.         the same moon
that climbs in my eye.         our gazes meet       up there:

an "almost"        neutral             territory.

her smile         a coca-cola         scar.

Added: Monday, July 7, 2014  /  Published in Al-Mutanabbi Street Starts Here: Poets and Writers Respond to the March 5th, 2007, Bombing of Baghdad’s “Street of the Booksellers.” Editors: Beau Beausoleil and Deema Shehabi (PM Press,Oakland, CA, August 2012). Used with permission.
Daniela Elza

Daniela Elza has lived on three continents and crossed numerous geographic, cultural and semantic borders. Her work has appeared nationally and internationally in close to 100 publications. Daniela’s poetry collections are: the weight of dew, the book of It,  and, most recently, milk tooth bane bone of which David Abram says: “Out of the ache of the present moment, Daniela Elza has crafted something spare and irresistible, an open armature for wonder." Daniela was the 2014 Writer-In-Residence at the University of the Fraser Valley and the 2014 guest editor of emerge anthology.

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