Above, below, real

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Upon Isengard’s modest heights this morn
Sun’s glow spread pink, painting
Clouds’ base hopeful hue, promising.

Descending, river valley lends moisture
To town, shrouding familiar, mist-made strange.
Shiny slabs, cruel-iced, double threat.

Promise above, threat below, reality stings:
Tented homes by rails, freight-humming, river’s running,
Human failure’s price, peril, frigid.

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