In the Middle

No human foot had stepped there in fifty years.

To the south, wire fences, razor-thin; to the north, behind guns, steely-eyed men.

Japanese Crane / Red-crowned Crane in Hokkaido...

Into the uneasy quiet of truce stepped the backwards grey legs of the crane, majestic, crowned with red. Cautious, careful, he entered the barbed-wire haven and made a home.

To the south, concrete, fortified walls; to the north, a brazen loudspeaker calls.

He was joined by tiger, leopard, and bear. Plants grew anew, threatened life reappeared. A humanless Eden flourished there.

To the south, a city with hope for peace dwells; to the north, a city of soulless shells.

Life in the midst of death. A haven surrounded by war. A nation divided, and in between, beauty.

barbed wire

barbed wire (Photo credit: Terry Freedman)

To the south, freedom. To the north, hope.

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