Not
To Be Found
many-colored
towers,
open
to the rain and sky,
the
blast-scarred field,
mantled
by flower-studded runners.
we
were gone.
unwinking
stars,
and
this ruddy world,
dreamed
we had never been.
flower
stalks nodded, blooms
moving
against the breeze;
ripe
seeds glinted
from
freshly turned earth.
a
few millennia,
an
augenblick,
forest
of pink, crimson, purple,
not
a drop of DNA.
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