Poetry at Sangam



Afterwards by Les Wicks

We race through towns
where the bomb craters
are now tourist photo opportunities.
Kosovo plans its future.

The trees hang around the hills acting
nonchalant & innocent.
There may still be mines.
Three peaks back the shocking blue
of the NATO base swimming pool
squats within its compound.

All the mosques & wineries are refurbished
we ask about it, our guide shrugs with a smile says
Allah gave them the best grapes for a reason.

The war now is with economics.
No one speaks much about the past
that teeters on the now.
Everyone is fighting back
& I am privileged to watch.