Days 21 and 22

Breath
Stones standing, watching
Sun creeps, peeping through
Midsummer's day breath


Serendipity
A chance meeting
The glass castle cracks
Baked ground rips apart
A salt shaker twists as it smashes
Bitter contents seeping through gaping wounds
Trees are airborne missiles
Black sand rising while the earth shudders
A hand outstretched is missed
But then grasped and held tight
Serendipity


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