RT @[email protected]

Who leave behind nothing but trails of dense-seeded scat.
My palms upward cupped, I wait for something to fall, waiting
As another pale afternoon too quickly shades to dusk.

—“New Cold War” by @[email protected]
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https://www.narrativemagazine.com/issues/poems-week-2021-2022/poem-week/new-cold-war-grace-h-zhou

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