Despite the upbeat music playing in my car
The drive to work was eerily quiet –
A pale brown deer stood alone
in the corner of the field I pass daily-
I barely caught a glimpse
of her head turning as I drove past
Happy and sad at the same time
A combination of feelings I understand
I don’t understand the deafening
cries to clean up the streets
simultaneously seeking to silence
the cries of hurting hearts
I don’t understand tearing a man
from the only home he knows
destroying his tent and what few
belongings he owns
So much prideful noise, such a lack
of compassion and understanding-
The streets are eerily clean, but
our hearts must answer
the frightening question
hanging stagnant in the air-
Where did the people go?
Piano Girl 
this must be some sort of tent city you’re referring to; yes, where will the people go ?? a great title, Kelley: it drew me in —
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thank you, John. And yes-such a lack of compassion. It’s disheartening. 😢
LikeLiked by 2 people
I understand this, Kelley. 😥💚🙏
LikeLiked by 1 person
😢🙏 Thank you, friend.
LikeLiked by 1 person
It’s my blessing 💚🙏
LikeLiked by 1 person
Eerie is auch an eerie word. Reminds me of the song “Where have all the flowers gone?”
LikeLiked by 3 people
Pingback: Belongings – Piano Girl