uninvited, bright blue yet dark
sky welcomes them
air force jets streak away low
high curve wing-glint scream
divebomb
straight down on us
thin whine pitch before afterburn
layers of azure torn
like plaster ripped from wounds
torn from the sky, jets return
to practice above us, they will wake him
Neriyah 2 years old sleeping,
only practice
but I split down the middle,
already in the flames
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