24 Hours to Tuzla

Do you remember, Gordana, lying together in your Uncle’s Summer-poppied meadow ?
Butterfly-quiet .
Below, your exhausted city shimmered in war’s inevitability
while we wrestled with the awful gulf of our shared experience.
With little time left,
we realized the inequity of expecting something more from those who had not been here.

Zenica, Bosnia-Hercegovina 1993

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