Peace…a poem

I’m
sitting
in
Barnes
eating
a
warm
brownie
drinking
hot
chocolate
listening
to
Billy
Joel
sing
New
York
State
of
Mind
through
ear
buds
that
fall
out
every
now
and
then

 

the
sky
is
fluctuating
between
bright
blue
and
tornado
black
flipping
back
and
forth
every
couple
of
minutes

 

there’s
a
book
on
the
counter
that
looks
good
enough
to
eat

 

I
keep
scalding
my
mouth
by
slurping
the
brew
in
my
paper
cup
and
the
brownie
is
almost
gone

 

this
is
what
peace
feels
like
what
it
looks
like

 

chocolate
books
a
pen
with
a
wide
nib
pitch
black
ink
and
a
journal
with
unlined
pages

 

the
only
thing
missing
is
a
cat

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