Busy Day


Middle of the day–
the village is so busy!
Fire trucks using the roads
to fix our local tragedies.

Blinking lights and beeping noises,
while school kids walk with long faces,
lugging their packs across
the bridge in the middle of town.

The creek flows on evenly,
carrying undisturbed mountain water.
I study where it goes:
past my house and out to sea.

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