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EarthThe coloratura bent the first note.More Like This
Telephone lines sagged like taffy
and slowly felled their poles.
The page misted; she paused
a serpent's blink. Cell towers
sank in bogsand. She trilled
and satellites quit their orbits;
some grew comet plumage.
Her last note thinned to silence.
Hello? Is anybody there?
Sta.sh
