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There is a sound, but I can't place it

 

The breeze sends paper down the street,

into dark alleys

 

The noise gets louder, but I don't recognize it 

 

The sidewalks, vacant except for the Marines and

a few journalists

 

The ringing is everywhere now, 

we cover our ears

 

Whatever took out downtown is moving our way 

slow, but deliberate

 

An hour later the only sound is dust,

settling 

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