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And so it happened…

The people retreated into

Their commercial, recognizable

Wooden and hand-held

Boxes.

The noise subsided

The haze abated

And the glaring, smoking metal

Boxes —

Airborne and tethered —

Ceased.

And the earth begin to stir —

From the henna, beige and sorrel

Soil

Tender green — rising, reaching

Competing…

Dappled alveoli — knotted, yearning

Ascending…

For that sapphire sky.

Fully aware

Of the ease… free from

The simmering, suffering haze of

Civilization.

— PJ Albers, Brown County