Camphor


Spring wafts up the smell of bus exhaust, of bread
and fried potatoes, tips green on the branches,
repeats old news: arrogance, ignorance, war.

                         —Marilyn Hacker, “Morning News”


It is different, unfolding on your doorstep.
No one tells you what it sounds like
out in the streets when stray bullets clang
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