F.I.S.H.

Ten years ago

I wrote all the protocols

For an eventuality

Not that far off

From our reality

It washed out

The dark stains

Like bleach on

Granite countertop

Cold and lifeless

The city quiet

Rustling of spring snow

Green budding sprouts

White cherry blossoms

Under the cool evening skies

Day 1

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