Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Ruins Dear

Fire seemed past sun or moon
nightmares
all that redness in the moon or sun
now they could play again law into
their own hands after the evacuations
knocking
at the door get out we had to
the headlines were part fact and part
fiction
unable to go any further word
got around carrying what they could
the stream seemed dead great silence
arrived in what was left
slightest
comprehension all that was left
foundation a little sewing machine

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