Peace
U.S.A., 2018
And in the leafy suburb, the humans can’t be seen.
The tractor plows the farmland; the traffic clogs the town.
The stalk of grass is glowing; the sprinkler wets the lawn.
A migrant man is walking; a car goes speeding by.
The field of stubble shimmers; a billboard lofts its sign.
A woman dodges buses, her cell phone to her ear.
A dog barks in a backyard, but no one seems to hear.
2018 March 2nd, Fri.
Brooklyn, New York
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