I followed the news that day
Like everyone else I know,
Stunned that with so much
Firepower, only one person
Died, and not by a bullet.
One week later, my friend and I
Had a long-standing date,
And we strolled as we talked
Of travels and toddlers, cheerful,
Until I caught a glimpse,
Unexpectedly, of a pile of
Wilting flowers at the side of
A cross street, mute testimony
Of a life lost, of a city’s grief.
Then I turned my head and walked on.
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