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Empty chrysalis
Swaying through a late night storm
Here is safe and calm

Anacostia River

Son sketches egrets
I point at a blue heron
The white moon points back

The Nightmare

Peach swept down storm drain
A lush orchard beneath us
Branches we can’t reach

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Chris Scott‘s work has appeared in The New Yorker’s Shouts & Murmurs, HAD, hex literary, Okay Donkey, scaffold, and elsewhere. He’s a regular ClickHole contributor and elementary school teacher in Washington, DC. You can read his work at www.chrisscottwrites.com.