the mother tells her child the flashes at the horizon
are fireworks, not bombs, so he will not be afraid.
at night he curls by the door or else he follows
her to a different place.
he is quiet, then.
as if he knows the secret challenge.
better if he and all the others screamed.
if the terrible sound reached its cause:
a stranger's ear.
only a dream,
they would tell him, small ghosts.
it is only a dream.
Lovely work.
Yes, lovely work.
A protective lie... Lovely.
Gary, thank you.
Dianne, thank you.
Erika, thank you.
More than timely.*
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Beautiful.
Tim Young, thanks for reading.
Jenny, thanks for reading.
Darryl, thank you.