
Photo by Kevin Slotemaker
I am fromAmerican Nostalgia,
a hollowed land
hope come barge
burned bright night sky.
A rising flume tells tale
of frantic molecules' expansion
that know not to stay,
to stagnate, to die.
A fleeting moment
to bask in Earth's glow
though I know. Our future
is inky black.
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