Premonition Blues

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The snow was heavy
under midnight's guise.
The white ground reflected
city lights into the clouds:
it was as bright as the half light
that bled over the mountains
and flowed into the valleys
just hours before (the sun
died peacefully).

The air was silent:
a powder keg soundtrack
sitting on a camel's back.
There were dead flags
on poles or lying in ashes.
Smoke seeped through the earth
on every horizon
like the breath
of a dragon slumbering
after a fierce campaign.

No one was left
to inhale the dust and ash.
Their bodies were dormant
and they dreamed their faith.

And a Dandelion stood stout
in a field of grey and soot.

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