Normalization: the square’s new polished look,
the light as it passes between the buildings
moves parallel to the ground’s honeyed marble
and fir-green mottling, finding themselves
on the street together. Sudden double red
of a cloud separates the losses to blue,
a second brown underlies the conceiving
black opening between the leaves.
This half-peace war is here
showing its peaceful face.
It has its front line of souls hovering
at knee-height in the indistinct dawn,
only two-thirds divine,
crozier-shaped wind heads.