They’re selling face masks at the art gallery
flowers, polka-dots, rainbow, BLM
Still we bleed because we are human
No end in sight
On the porch, she rocks
sewing something
waving from her roost
They’re giving away face masks
at the stone church
All kinds, free
And still we bleed
Drop the guns
Drop the hate
Pick up the needle, thread, fabric
She tells herself
Stay busy
Because we are human, we bleed
We think
We aim to keep our hands busy
and our hearts full
Drop what no longer works
Work on making something new
Something of use