Intrusion
Sometimes
I think I see soldiers
swarming down
over the hillside
in among the clumps of bushes
and down along the brown pathways
to converge and spread in waves
out over our town,
and all at once
the homes, laden with
fifty years of peace
fall together in puffs of smoke,
and skimpy white ribbons dangle
on naked trees
to flutter there limply
for no one to see.
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