Dispersed among the ruins,

They ran and ran.

Free to wander or set down roots

In this unyielding and scabrous land.

The sands blow wild

Through ragged mountains

Where they course and stream,

A human tide unleashed again.

Rain dropped in torrents now

As the stragglers churned along,

Unsure of where they should go

And if they’d ever truly belong.

© 2021 Jeff E. Brown. All rights reserved.

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