apocalypse

Apocalypse  I saw the storm approaching. It had a look of evil intent  People were seeking shelter in the town's only café I didn't like to share the place with so many and I had to find my dog before the storm hit I found what had been a bus shelter, a bunker from a war  only remembered by historians, or a would-be writer  The storm hit with a roar of death and insane destruction  When it was over, the town had disappeared  A field of sea green grass had taken its place, the stillness  so acute I could hear the grass incessantly whispering, that made my dog nervous, we moved and walked on the sand of the newborn  We could not stay still, walking on in the hope of finding a past that could be helpful when we arrive  where the future was,  not sure if the old past and the new The future would merge into a seamless whole