In the dark
my dog and I walk
quietly across their lawns
down their roads
around their corners.
In the dark
we see vignettes
in the windows
hear the voices
loud or soft.
In the windows
we see tv flickers
lifted hands, but not to praise
hands that raise
against another blow.
In the windows
we see light and laughter
soft embraces
sleeping children
quiet peace.
On the lawns
are men smoking
holding drinks
talking sports
and children's birthdays.
In the dark,
my dog, we wonder
when will we be
loving family
and quiet peace.
September 12, 2012
my dog and I walk
quietly across their lawns
down their roads
around their corners.
In the dark
we see vignettes
in the windows
hear the voices
loud or soft.
In the windows
we see tv flickers
lifted hands, but not to praise
hands that raise
against another blow.
In the windows
we see light and laughter
soft embraces
sleeping children
quiet peace.
On the lawns
are men smoking
holding drinks
talking sports
and children's birthdays.
In the dark,
my dog, we wonder
when will we be
loving family
and quiet peace.
September 12, 2012
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