a gentle breeze
moves
the pages of my book
as i sit outside
and watch
the kids play with stones
and sticks
and pose like heroes
in some ancient myth
cars ride by
with music cranked high
enough to rattle my soul
gold and green eyes
peek through the blinds
seeking
a route of escape
birds flutter and chirp
and build their nests
and still i fear
what happens next
when the peace is shattered
by bullets and bombs
and sirens drown out
my cries
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