soft light comes through the windows
cool air after the evening rain
sparrows chatter in maple
a motorcycle rumbles down Bryant
Kitty looks out the window
daydreaming
the news is filled with tragedy
terrorism in Texas and Ohio
angry-white-men murder dozens
mothers and daughters, sons and
fathers…victims on the altar of
hate
it is the two-hundred and
sixteenth day of the year
we are two-hundred and fifty mass-shootings-deep
today’s shootings took place in a span
of seconds
twenty-nine dead and dozens more hurt
no end in sight
the world turns
the light in Minnesota is soft
the air is cool
sparrows flocking to the elms
keep up their
banter
Kitty listens and watches…half
lidded
to the morning
traffic on the avenue
