Green arms pulled down
blue sky blankets, drowned out
sunshine to help me sleep

Be calm here the gray sky
buildings whisper

you are nothing, nothing
in measure to what lived

follow this civil war bike path
to the mall where another
disaffected teen killed,
the Michael Kors store is having a sale

you are not one of us
the cul-de-sac knows it
wash away in the river
this path isn’t for you.

don’t fight sleep anymore