Torn Flags

Narrow paths wind
around the cafe buzz
as air cools and
the breeze rises.

The night falls
over scars in the sky.

Light pools and rests
in the bowl between
mountain peaks and
round towers at prayer.

Stars flicker like echoes
of broken hearts.

Torn flags wave in
darkness above the town,
saluting the last train
leaving for city’s howl.

The night falls
over scars in the sky.

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