There was a line leading

with no one at the front. A shuffling

like a herd without dust and a

low rumbling attempting to

create order, though finding none.

A partial gray sky above, half

way between sun and rain, fed on

the listless appetite below.


Children playing in a nearby field

disregarded the lines, the clouds and

the possibility of rain. They ran about

as if being chased, casting into sullen

air laughter unbridled. They were

the light from the ground up,

the witness of what is good, regardless.




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