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Jan 2020
the rain was hard and sudden

feeling like broken sheets of glass
falling from the dark side of the sky

surrounding us like silver zombies
we could not escape our fate

the road filled and then flooded
and we collapsed under the weight

of yesterday

a highway of those ******* birds
descended upon us

different people give them
different names

we call them an omen

they cackle and dance
flying so close together

they seem as a black hole
swallowing the planet
John Destalo
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John Destalo  55/M/Harrisburg, PA
(55/M/Harrisburg, PA)   
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