A Thousand

March 21, 2018
There’s a thousand little dramas
Floating ‘round each city street
A thousand bursts of creativity
Behind every busker’s beat
A thousand curtained windows?
They hide tiny tragedies.
And a thousand days of past birdsong-
Each note held by the trees
A child’s squeal holds all the zeal
Of a thousand triumphs small
A thousand laughs and tears are held
Inside each theater wall.
School desks hold insecurities
(Minimum one thousand and five)
And cemeteries? You know this-
They hold a thousand lives.
A deep love for
The human race?
Seen a thousand times
In a happy face.

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