FINAL SURRENDER (August Postcard Poem 2017)

He searches his heart

for the white flag of surrender,

offers it to her

with a glass of shiraz.


They had warred with each other

over boundaries and principles,

sending forth spies,

taking no prisoners.


Both remain

the last ones standing,

she having the advantage

in the art of disarmament.


Copyright 2017

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