I heard a man say
what’re ya’ smokin’ lady?

Peace?
it’ll never happen.

I stepped into the circle
of his discord

the smoke of his cigarette
circling me

like smoke signals
whispering on the winds of change

I stretched out my hand
and he reached his hand back

towards me crossing
the distance between us

lessened as we stepped
towards each other

We just have to make room
for peace I told him

And we stood
hands connected

the smoke rose and we breathed
momentarily together

and peace happened
between us.

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