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| A man wipes away tears outside the Sikh Temple in Oak Creek on Sunday. (Jeffrey Phelps / AP) |
The Sikh temple door
Is a kaleidoscope lens,
Showing a whole rainbow
Of colored dresses and turbans.
Meditatively still
The rainbow sits
Until the lens turns,
Revealing only bursts
Of blood scarlet,
Amid the black and white truth
That hate is still with us.
Jennifer Fenn’s poetry has lately been published in Blue Collar Review and Nomad's Choir, and is about to be published in Song of the San Joaquin.
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