There were some protests
we sometimes baked bread for.
Danny and I debated the troop increase
in the bleachers at Shea Stadium.
And when Omar got home
from two years in Iraq
we went with his daughter
to the Museum of Modern Art.
The waterlilies were breathtaking,
but the Pollocks fell flat.
I tried to concentrate on
the sanctity of every human life,
searching the faces
of children, shopkeepers, and neighbors.
These are the living,
I thought, just like me.
But who could I shout that to?
I did what most folks I knew
tried to do -
live a good life
in a time of war.
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