
Pocketfuls of peace,
blossoming tree overhead;
date with a park bench.

Pocketfuls of peace,
blossoming tree overhead;
date with a park bench.

Gently the giants
nibble away at dead trees;
observing humans.

The city is still,
from ashes branches protrude
bare from winter’s bite.

We’re barely afloat
a kayak on a still lake
chaos in our minds