Because poetry seemed a worthy activity during our time of inactivity.*
Empty water bottles
Rest abandoned on our street.
We are left with the stench of someone else’s waste.
The Little Girl in The Red Coat
Skips carefully among the debris
To create a straight path
Through the remnants of our fury
Does the erasing of our trials
Always come by way of
The pure of heart?
We are worn of our wars
We may wear out while waiting
For our wreckage to be s
*Inspired by Bob Dylan’s “Desolation Row”