i walked along a flea market

Realizing that one man’s junk

Is another man’s treasure

& i found vintage copies of

Zen & the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance

Breakfast at Tiffany’s

The Great Gatsby;;; ect. Ect.

& it was beautiful

because black men were banging on

drums

whispering words of peace

& barefoot men from the Tibetan temple

walked around

with incense & roses

chiming bells & singing prayers

of peace

followed by a Chinese girl in a

pretty pink dress.

& mom wanted me to pray

to the big golden Buddha

saying peace would occur

if we only just hold eachother’s hands.

I stood in the back

Watched tears run down old

Women’s faces

& felt out of place

because I myself

don’t understand peace.

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