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