the world stands mighty still
like a door swinging off its hinges
bust open like a weeping sore
bare, ready to heal.
balmy evening skies soak crisp lawns
freshly painted, manicured
nails scratching at the jet-sprayed slabs
of suburbia.
morning tones are a mix of silence
and the breathy earth panting
suddenly able to catch its breath
unchoked, unstrangled by smog
sitting pretty
air dripping with peace.
talking to my pillow. 
A message of hope! I like it!
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Thank you. So glad you liked it!
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