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Another Dawn

Another Dawn

Restless night, Agent Orange, plums of fire
and burning bushes, silent dawn a flock of
tired birds flew past looking for trees, to sit
and rest a little before flying up north.

The field of almond trees, planted long ago,
without the precision of economy, was now
a battlefield of death, men with chainsaws

walked around looking for signs of life.
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