When the story happens
1 Minute Read Time
They were mostly kind.
In the morning
they drank coffee
and looked out the window.
There were trees.
Every morning
they rinsed their cups
and placed them in the sink
for anyone to find.
Their hands
were nervous but busy.
In the afternoon
they worried what
balls of clay
could be made into
smaller balls of clay.
They clapped
when they needed
to clap. Every afternoon
for the public
understanding. As far
as they could tell
the people
loved them, loved
their refusals and keepings
out. One woman
noted for her donations
to causes
and love of education
said as much. She said
the days close
around me clap
and everyone
I know and love clap
clap is safe.
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