There isn't hope here

When you believe in something,
you stand where you're advised not to.

I can hear
the children outside -
I can distinctly make out
their footsteps
slapping pavement
like ricocheted rubber balls
off a wall.

The sun starts to set
with a sparrow
landing in its nest.

The teapot begins wailing
over a small flame
and I think of small miracles,
but
life isn't the same
as it was last second.


Don't count to ten and
close your eyes,
because chances are
somewhere, someone died.

I don't want that on my chest.