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Craning Conviction

Prose Poem

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Stark sunrise rays, pierce and play in the morning blue eastern skyline to pour into the land, only to discover the land has its own.
Yellow heads chortle, soar and smile, welcoming the warmth of light.
Then came the conniving clouds, steering the sun to the west, drawing darkness. The naïve buds trace the thin streams, stretching their necks, searching the tunnel of light, but none;
Hoping, praying, for light to restore the balance of calm and joy; what was once a picturesque band of blue and yellow.

Now, the state of The Flag, blue aloof and yellow’s fading glow.

Thank you for reading. This is just a reflection of the current crisis in response to Ellie Jacobson’s prompt.

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