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A child’s burnt sock. The pink and white flower designs are singed on the bottom, flaking black pieces off onto the ground. It was laying on the dirt path, dug up from the horses and men. Wooden fences were knocked down. The livestock was gone. Posts that stuck out from the collapsed houses were the only surviving pieces the flames had not taken. Lines of smoke still rolled out from the village.

Sitting on the dirt path there’s a child’s sock. And growing next to it was a single green plant, stretching toward the sky.

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They are beautiful as they are.

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A crocus’ veins
stretch down like lightning.
And roses are flicked in
colored patches of sunshine and red.

Orchids spotted with scars of
celadon, wisteria, and glaucious.
And lilies that droop
ivory, jasmine, and falu.

Round and curvy dahlias
are fireworks
and canary forget-me-nots
are the sparks left behind.

Periwinkle…

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Shaylee Gibbs

Shaylee Gibbs

Currently attending Sterling College where I’m working to receive a Major in Writing and Editing.