Mourning Pages

Sparrows chirp and Turtle Doves coo
Sun shines brightly Sunday morning
As if nothing has happened

A semblance of Peace
Collects on our fire escape
To remind us
What we live for

I’ve spiced my coffee
With cayenne and cinnamon
Brewed it with filtered water
From a chrome tap

My taste buds wake
To a flavor worth defense

High above
A cross country jet roars
Benign

Where is it going?
Chicago? LA?

Today I’ll drive my
Red Dakota with 97,931
Original miles
To move a friend
In Jersey City

Crows glide
Black and noisy
With a caw for
Every sob.

Later there will be music.