it will be the roaring twenties
once again,
when this thing ends,
she says, sipping on her apple
martini
doing her nails a hot pink.
the sun
is in her blue eyes. she knows
her history.
you'll see she says.
i remember after the war to end
all wars.
it will be chaos, but fun chaos
and calamity.
booze and love will overflow.
the bars
will be full,
restaurants will
have lines out the door.
the circus will be in town.
fireworks will fill the sky.
babies will be born by
the truck load.
music, dancing, cavorting.
it will be back to the good old days
of living the lie.
you'll see she says, with
a wink
in her pretty blue eyes.
be patient, be calm, just wait,
and most importantly,
don't die.
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