Golden and coral rays
like mist, outlines the horizon
a beautiful epilogue to the day
everything is still
everything is quiet
as people return from work
and other places
all is well
I fall asleep
only to be awakened
by the sound of firecrackers
and gunshots
it is the fourth of July
I am in Chicago
stars light the sky
the sun has set
on his young life
everything is quiet
except for their screams
and unrealized dreams
unrealized dreams