On a Day of Unjust War - James Crews

[Lawrence Robinson]

On a Day of Unjust War


The scent of warming earth clung to his clothes

after he came home from the greenhouse,

holding a bouquet of bok choy gone to bloom

with tiny yellow blossoms barely blinking

among the leaves. On a day of unjust war 

and innocents killed by strikes from our country,

because I could do nothing else, I took the bundle 

from him, found a Mason jar and filled it 

with cold water. I placed it on a window sill—

but no, he said, over there, pointing toward

the other sill where sun still fell across the wood. 

I laid my makeshift vase in that patch of light 

and closed my eyes, saying a prayer for us all—

a prayer as small but fierce as yellow flowers 

opening in winter.


	- James Crews
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