"The next day"
Sincere exhaled laughter screaming from tree branches
lived in by sparrows
not anymore by crows
the sky is lighter, the unwoven streets less rough
with edges softened of padded concrete
tolerable days arrive once again
anger has subsided making way
for joy
I may spring for the expensive booze
this time
an asphyxiated feeling
even if short-lived.
I hope not
I have to hope not
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