and in the summer
incense rose swirling
also fragrance of patchouli leavened the sky
sometimes a weird duality of both
a little girl appeared and was lost infinitesimal against the sky lit up with poppies
she had no name
her father never knew her
for in the snow the shoots of grass were frozen like soldiers embalmed in some blasted Russian winter of brutal fate
he died praying she had dropped off the edge of the planet
to land on some better world
and left her winters long behind
as men at war spawn orphans in their wake
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