Boston Marathon Explosions

 4.15

Once again, the day’s bright light,

and each speck of spring’s good rising,

clouded by intentional harm.

Children on the front lawn,

wiffle golf and lemon popsicles, 
listening to a distant church's chime. 

Diversion from seeing the news, 

finding out the truth about us. 

How we must confuse 
and disappoint them.

When they ask me about war, 

I never know what to say.