Two-stories, From one side

From my two-story apartment

I can see the people hurry

towards  a destination:

work, church, or some sort of ceremony.

I can see the children grow

and learn things they ought not to,

develop into little animals

chasing liquor and cigarillos,

breaking windows.

From up high, my perspective enhanced

from one line into a million connected.

I can see the widows crying

and the men in ACU's leaving their families.

I can feel the earth quake

as thunder dances through night skies

and creates a little lullaby,

or perhaps a soundtrack to their busy lives.

In eight months he'll return

and I'll know what I knew before he left,

but I would've never known then what I know now.

The End

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