Food for Thought

I'm still not sure what inspired all this to come together, but here it is. It's sort of titled "Peace," but that's just the prototype name.
Think what you want. I'm still not sure what I think of it, myself.

Love,
Vicki

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Pavement melts into brick
red swallowing the streets
smelling of must and vanilla and old vintage clothing kept in the closet too long.

Prices tag cloth and skin
How much are you worth
it sickens me the heights these numbers take.

You, with your closed emotions
I want openness, you want to leave
Don’t leave, don’t disappear without words
Say something, say something
Whisper me the secrets of the earth

I just want peace.