no sirens wailing, and vehicles driving by…
no knife-wielding, angry neanderthals
nor noisy porches, crowded with girls and guys
drinking and smoking mind altering substances..
just peace and beauty and the breath of God
underneath a canopy, my feet on this lovely blessed sod…
and glimpses in, glimpses back into time
the way it was supposed to be, before all this jive
when we could breathe wherever we went
and the day’s remnants did not smolder like an unhealthy remnant...
still, sudden silence beneath so tall, these spires of tree
so still, so peaceful…where my heart would rather be