Fable

we hid underground and then, only then, did we begin to truly dream

Poet Jackson Hobert
Zanete Skarule

Fable

We hid in the trees and when we ran out of trees we hid in houses made out of trees and when we
ran out of houses we hid in skyscrapers made out of steel and concrete and when we ran out of
skyscrapers we hid underground and then, only then, did we begin to truly dream. Things you
can’t imagine. The actual future, the actual past. Actual skyscrapers. Actual houses. Actual trees.
 
“Fable,” by Jackson Hobert. ©2017 Jackson Hobert. Used by permission.
 

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