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Oct 2018
White line of light
Cleaving the night
Unexpected
Silent
Takes my breath
Rips sky in two
In an instant
But it's work is done
It fades more slowly
And is gone
Stunned, the clouds
Hold rigid ranks
Then shuffle north
In rolling banks.
Dawn Hogarth-Burton
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Dawn Hogarth-Burton
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