Wednesday, July 20, 2016
072016
Maybe They Weren't ALL Lies
asphalt bubbling
in deserted southern towns
air flows down your throat
sun rises soon
and clouds promise a hard hot rain
a few survivors scurry into cracks
Labels:
climate change,
poem,
science,
science fiction,
sf,
sff
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