no laughter

by G.T.

Where did the
laughter at
unadulterated
missteps
and cartoon
banana peels
go in
this city with no
children?
When did
caramel apples
become
cigarettes in
this city with no
children?
Where are all
the astronauts
and ballerinas
we had once known in
a city of
children?
That moment
your innocence,
so precious,
immune, and
unknowingly fragile,
was ripped out
of you in
that city of
grown-ups.
Now I hear only the sighs
of lives that are ill in
the city with no
children.

no laughter

                                                                             no laughter

                                                                                              no laughter