Ask a street florist the way to peace
He will sit you down
Sip Coffee
And expound
On a life that saw happiness
when marriages were more regular
than the monsoon
When lovers ventured onto streets
When smart clicks on stone turned heads
A passerby wouldn’t care if a truck stood all day
The way to peace, he would say
Is through a city of calm
Not when it’s a trigger-pull away
O for Roses, roses all the way
If only peace would hold sway
A few may well come our way.
July 2010 Revision 1
Baru Gobira
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