On 8th Street,
where the legless and drug addicted
mumble pleading eyes
for the change in your pocket,
On Raymond Ave,
where teen shotandkilled
sparked retaliation gunfire and prayer,
we fast forward to exhale.
Arthritic fingertips of trees secrete hope:
lavender droplets of ice cream fall
carpeting the sidewalks in bubble wrap.
Our eyes waft skyward to birdsong.
The trees have not forgotten it is Spring.