Taco fit for the queen, on Memorial, empty Memorial
even the dogs bark quietly there
Somewhere and manic and thirsty
damning the sun
damning this latest *******
circumstance
White eyed and weary we find our
sand dollar souls
between cups of cold coffee
framed in the music you make as you
exhale
Wind and hail, quarter size,
children with wide eyes
sent off softly to war
to settle a score
there has to be more
we can do
What does peace mean
to you?