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What The Purists Prefer

 

It was a great pink dusk    easily moved

An area that was in fact known for its kind sky

 

That day the infant invented a new kind of movement

It happened so slowly we couldn’t really say

 

was it finesse or brute force

We went to watch the crops anyway

 

waiting for a change in weather

we could say we had predicted

 

It was waiting off to the left      an obvious wall

A man spoke up and everyone stood

 

What he was saying was        When they start praying for miracles

that’s the announcement none are coming




Jessica Fjeld