It was the same golden hue that bathes the trees at sunset, bringing
Made in youthful hands where gold over gold over gold is gently folded.
At first, only a few, and then, ten hundred more are placed.
There, at the base of a statue in Hiroshima Peace Park, in memory of the children,
chains of paper cranes.
All for the children, those who felt the bittersweet blueness and died at its hands.
Rice cakes placed high on altars, provide nourishment for the long journey home.
Lighted lanterns drifting lazily on cold black waters.
The children come with paper cranes, so when the new light dawns, it will never
again bring Blue Ghosts….
And golden cranes of peace
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