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Along a track
near the ridge
a spotlight
sweeps the dark
until fixing
a moment
in a chilling stare
to cracks
of gunfire
and voices
leaving behind
the glow
of red tail lights
collapsing
into a gutted quiet.
Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2024
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