After the Parade — Flyers and posts flutter in the wind,
discarded on the streets
where once thousands walked
wanting to be seen and heard.
Voices loud and soft,
screaming and shouting,
terse or gentle.
All with one message.
All with one purpose.
Speaking as one voice,
demanding, wanting, commanding,
urgency resonating from their core.
All wanting to make a change
in that single moment of time.
But…