Soot and slime,

slowly blanket landscape.

Clenched fist strikes the ground-

Yet there are kindnesses still-

our pocket watch

ticks dutifully,

Wildfire flames

crawl to boundaries

where dew has sprinkled-

throw off prisms

From the sun that rises on the just

and the unjust.

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