we hear shots in the night at times
from semi-automatic to fully automatic
weapon fire which makes the dog bark
by instinct the same at thunder
rolling over this sleeping city
falling apart from the inside
where the streets don't get swept
anymore and litter piles up
in the gutter more and more
people walking with baby carriages
filled with the pieces of their lives
and no where to plant them
lost they stare ahead at the walk
sign waiting to be shown the direction
out of their past making a clean break
and into the comfort of home
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