Two Boxes Please
She went searching for peace at the grocery store.
Those shelves were all empty, her people at war.
There were loaves of loss and heartbreak over by the bread.
"We have a sale on hatred," the store manager said.
She found boxes of empathy mixed in with the teas and
told the young cashier, "I'll take two boxes please."
She went searching for peace at the grocery store.
Those shelves were all empty, her people at war.
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