I want to go
to a small little village
of few people
where cats pounce
but fish leap

But who knows
anything of this town?

There floats an orb
and luminescent

Children cry
at its sight
some look
but their eyes flicker

Arms wrap
and protect

Grass blades quiver
……(the orb descends—)

Mist particles shudder
without warning

Holes slip
and stretch
from the weight

All it takes is
a puff
of air.
A sigh.
A breath.

And the orb crashes
sending shards

I turn away
……I can’t look back

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