After the deluge

He walks through


And silence

A yellow balloon

For company,

Thinks of wars

That were puddles

Overflowing their borders

So every enemy here

Was a friend over there


Or vice versa


Thinks of wars

That were puddles overflowing

Their borders, when every trickle

Became a stream that fed the deluge


Or vice-versa


But now it’s all receded


As he walks through nothing and silence


With his yellow balloon for company.


                   Kevin Patrick McCann
Illustration Nick Victor

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