[. . .] When the time came;
when everyone had to choose, to say:
Do I go or do I stay
here
on a dying world with smoke-choked skies,
degrees of highs and lows borne only
through the wonders of technology?
When that time came,
I thought of you. [. . .]
~
Read my poem “Virgin Soil” in its entirely right now in OG’s Speculative Fiction #15.
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Zandra Renwick 