The Flash
Awakened by sun
knocking on lids
savoring chatter of
stone lipped fountain
and happy voices
of buyers and sellers
tip tapping downhill
from the market
carrying home
their fare
the humble survivors
of a race
drowned in blood
blackened in ashes…
The flash!
A brand new earth
and another chance
at starting again.
Copyright © Frances Schiavina | Year Posted 2017
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