Thursday, May 31, 2012


Gazebo boxers            
Jabbing at air
Sparring with shadows
That are hunting them down
To do their violent dance
At the abandoned pavilion
Drawing an audience
Of few who care
Or even notice the gunshots
In the alley that force
The struggle into the light
While delicate divas
Ride their bikes
In the middle of the sidewalk
Plowing down pedestrians
Laughing at the gunfire
As if this were an everyday
A mere annoyance
Like a bird
Swooping too close,
Something intangible that is
Only someone else’s problem
Expecting a wide berth
While surrendering none
To the hearth of humanity
While the man
In the upstairs apartment
Watches it all
Fighting his own struggle
With the stinging in his eyes.

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