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Holly Day



The dust finally settles, and it’s safe to come out.

Doors of fallout shelters creak open, 

exhale recycled air and the smell 

of confinement. The first step

cautiously out into the open.


Huddled masses stretch themselves into the halls

of new palaces: abandoned, themed McDonald’s

massive stock exchange buildings bearing reliefs of

extinct flowers and grains

an ice skating rink, big enough

for children and horses. 


Self-proclaimed kings and queens

spontaneously create new religions 

and traditions, declare them in a competition of cacophony 

through broken skyscraper windows

and flimsy observation decks

littered with the bodies of sparrows and pigeons. 

tiffany jolowicz Monday on Michigan Island, Yesterday, the Day Before, Two Thousand Years
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