an after,
rubble -- millennia to weather,
soften, fragment,
sprout, and green again.
After everything blows apart,
all we knew erupting into
an unrecognizable mess,
our job is to see beyond,
but damn, that is hard.
We like being shocked, bewildered;
it's a stopping point to gather
ourselves for the journey needed,
the one we didn't plan to take,
but one that might actually
lead us to what is most
important, productive, essential,
and most of all, equitable.
Forces are already gathering
against us. There are those
willing to poison the fields.
Be aware!
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