AND WAR MIGHT BE RAGING SOMEWHERE

but today there will be weddings and robins resting in bird baths
and toothless drooling babies and mothers who rise early to make
sandwiches with the perfect peanut-butter-to-grape-jelly ratio
and giddy teenage girls trying on lavender homecoming dresses
and fat house cats that sleep through the afternoon and children
laughing—children are always laughing—in classrooms and meadows
and war-torn alleyways as missiles soar just blocks away. and today
might be the last for many, but for the peach fuzz jaundiced newborn
breathing air for the first time, it is still opening day in a world
that is still good, still patiently waiting, in spite of it all.

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