Optimism Poem

I come out of class and 
the air is breathless
and scented — a warm
night pungent
with blossoms on wet
pavement. 

The driving rain
cleared the allergens away.
And my broken umbrella
taught me humility.

People are getting hit by cars,
but they are surviving,
they are surviving,
bones intact, rising 
up from the smoke-
filled street.

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