The sky was a concussion of clouds
and notorious for dropping everything
at a moment's notice. And the fog,
how it removed everything and then it didn't.
People gathered in the distance and made history
until it hurt. They devoured field after field
with bad ideas and took pride in the
groomed ruins. It was never a photo
opportunity. The mood when the forest
met the asphalt: Too little, too late.
--Noah Falck
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