enough togetherness or enough insulation to comfort foreign assumption

broad-point directed violence disguised
the community felt trickle in schoolyards built through funny places
where the funny can be seen through a bent shape of laughter
casting shimmering projections of the new humor to be
questioned from existence

thoughts that do more than calm
more roots have grown through the trail
pushing past the height of stacked desire
allowing only the lingering discomfort of unrest