I dreamed one night of a field of violets
under a golden sky;
leaves that glistened,
like frost on a winter cabbage.
In the morning,
a storm blew through our city.
The sky turned deep yellow.
Trees were splintered on the ground,
and homes I passed by all my life
and thought, one day.
The power was out for a week.
In temperatures close to a hundred.
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