Respect through Violence? Dive into the Poem—Spar, and Feel Compassion for these Clashing Voyagers

Battle is like the wind—It can be soothing and productive, or it can be malicious and barren. Wind can be succinct and smoky, or grating and gruesome. In this short and sweet free-form poem, two wandering warriors learn about each other during a gentle-breeze battle.

Spar

As the sun beams
and the blades dance
in the hands of the
headstrong wanderers,
all that can be heard
is the metallic crash -
the deep, steady eupnea,
and the occasional beating wings of the birds.
The pinpoint focus can be sensed from miles away.
But as the gentle breeze channels the men,
the dance comes to a halt, for
the current of the air is the
signal for the drifters to shake hands in gratitude,
and part ways.

• Zach Levitan

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