The outline of windows fluttered against a wall that blended peacefully into the sky. The sun bleached stucco, fabric and faces as the summer edged forward to meet the mountain of fall. The fall. The puffs of clouds turned to smoke from fires and the sounds of music in the streets blended with gunfire.
People I didn’t know jutted out of dreams and crash the party of my life and those I did know left without warning, without explanation, without fanfare. People I didn’t care about fluttered about the streets wrapped in bright colored rags and waved streamers and flags. They ate ice cream cones and hot dogs. They laughed with huge dark teeth.
I ran into the building to hide and find solace in hard metal floors, vacant rooms of lavender and pink crepe curtains, furniture made of metal that had rusted overnight from the city’s tears.
I hid inside the walls. It was not peace. Yet inside I could pretend.
15″×20″ acrylic, ink on paper