two grown women
fighting at a baseball game
an actual, on the ground, hair everywhere, everyone staring
brawl
and I consider
what has become of us that we take to blows
on a beautiful not quite summer evening
America’s pastime and children present
it wasn’t even dark yet
perhaps this is the norm 
and I’m late to the realization
here’s hoping though
     peace in the midst of a mixed up world
     peace despite the volatile 
     peace amongst the in between
here’s hoping we don’t just laugh it all away