Peace walk

This peace is rushed 

reaching for a toddlers hand, pushed through the arm hole of her wool suit, sizes too large

out the door

This peace is a fight 

one by one, they cross to the arsenal

carrying white cloth bundled as children that did not see their first birthdays

a police car speeds by, turning on their sirens to excuse their threat

This is a bald eagle soaring low along the highway 

I want to tell Mira, look! but the drone of the drums have lulled her to sleep