The City of Peace

Audio for the poem (slightly different version)

She turns to me
and I stroke her

red hair. Softly
lay her head

on my lap while
I combed out

the small storms
tangeld in her

hair. She sleeps.
Peace is a city

both of us will
see so little of.

At least here in
this small apartment,

between the moments
that have no words

the city lights are
are outside our window

far off in the distance.

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