After the World
by M.R. Brown
Think fast. React with grace.
Pushing tricycles in the sand under a red moon. And I'm stalled, oddly.
Bricks are piled on pavement.
Bricks are laden with cracks.
Bricks will build a shelter.
Starshine.
The 20th century. In manuscript form.
Farther past this stream is the ice of lore.
Where glass no longer shatters/
And pages no longer spell out words.
All the world is a muck-colored green.
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