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The Second Dream

We all heard the alarm. The planes were out

And coming, from a friendly country. You, I thought,

Would know what to do. But you said,

‘There is nothing to do. Last time

The bodies were like charred trees.'

We had so many minutes. The leaves

Over the street left the light silver as dimes.

The children hung around in slow motion, loud,

Liquid as butterflies, with nothing to do.