The war goes ever on from the city where it began
Outside my newly-washed office windows
breathes a city
neatly scarred by highways –
reminders of a war the city once fought –
still fights –
between the desire
to be together
and the desire
to be apart.
The city breathes.
The city grows –
like every other city in this country –
this city knows
no borders,
crosses state lines in name and occupation,
eats neighboring towns for breakfast,
obliterates puny customs in its way…
and this city will,
one day,
ooze into other cities –
and then they will breathe
as one –
having been brought together
by the shared scars
of a common and quiet
ambivalent war.