no peace

music ricochets off the stone wall 

thumping like mathematics on the playground 

smoke peeks through her hair 

finding no solace 

among far too many lonely afternoons 

roads wait to be paved 

old men wait for the news 

dogs circle their favorite spots 

the kid still thinks there’s a future 

but his mom is tired 

and the shadows have grown long 

there’s still tomorrow for now 

and if we’re lucky 

we’re dancing on the inside


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