Peace
Sun
rays
erupt
smashing
stones in
concrete
chalk peace
signs
stain the
ground.
Feelings of
warmth
f
a
l
l
below
the clouds.
Rain
s h a t t e r s
the chalk
art of peace
signs
vanish.
The desperate peace
of mind
is washed
away into the
city streets.
My peace
disappears
down
the
sewer.
Peace,
just a
child’s game of
hopscotch,
soon to stain the
ground
for
generations to
come.
