Spring wafts up the smell of bus exhaust, of bread
and fried potatoes, tips green on the branches,
repeats old news: arrogance, ignorance, war.
—Marilyn Hacker, “Morning News”
It is different, unfolding on your doorstep.
No one tells you what it sounds like
out in the streets when stray bullets clang
No one tells you what it sounds like
out in the streets when stray bullets clang
