- Vol. 08
- Chapter 03

Image by Michael Easterling
Vander
One day here a crowd
formed, and all
faced the same
direction: East.
We tried
out different vantage
points; people kept changing
their minds.
And then we watched
as the power
plant fell.
Afterwards, I recall
applause, albeit scattered.
Some, of course, took
photographs; others
simply stared.
Vander and I walked
away.
Then toxins filled
our sky with lilac,
peach and teal.