Between protests

There’s this joke
we used to share
every moment
still
between the marches
sipping
coffee
strong
conversation
gone
we plan
the next protest
lapses
away from
our ideologies

One would get up
and say
“ hey, what if they
listen to us
and give in today”
“What would we do tomorrow”

And then there would be
a brief
silence

And then there’d be
a roar
of laughter