Some People</br>Some people flee some other people. In some country under a sun and some clouds. They abandon something close to all they've got$$$ sown fields$$$ some chickens$$$ dogs$$$ mirrors in which fire now preens. Their shoulders bear pitchers and

Some People</br>Some people flee some other people. In some country under a sun and some clouds. They abandon something close to all they've got$$$ sown fields$$$ some chickens$$$ dogs$$$ mirrors in which fire now preens. Their shoulders bear pitchers and bundles. The emptier they get$$$ the heavier they grow. What happens quietly: someone's dropping from exhaustion. What happens loudly: someone's bread is ripped away$$$ someone tries to shake a limp child back to life. Always another wrong road ahead of them$$$ always another wrong bridge across an oddly reddish river. Around them$$$ some gunshots$$$ now nearer$$$ now farther away$$$ above them a plane seems to circle. Some invisibility would come in handy$$$ some grayish stoniness$$$ or$$$ better yet$$$ some nonexistence for a shorter or a longer while. Something else will happen$$$ only where and what. Someone will come at them$$$ only when and who$$$ in how many shapes$$$ with what intentions. If he has a choice$$$ maybe he won't be the enemy and will leave them to some sort of life.