You’re lookin’ . . . wistful.      I don’t know if I’ve seen that on your face before.

he was sitting on a park bench

fuckin idyllic  flowers trees kids playground cheersshrieksscreams all in good fun

she put her hand on top his headtossled his hair  stopped  held his head to her belly

                                                                                                      Anything I can do?

No     Thank you

                                Just thinkin kiddo

    About?

The country    The world

                                   Those childrenchildren  everywhere

 

What?

 

 

 

Wha we need

Wha humanity needs

 

A real heartbreakrocked back on our heels   sobbing

                                                               No comfort

Steep in it

Until its part of us

midMarch,  2026

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