Marbles forgotten on the table
quake shake and roll
scattering, falling to the ground
resounding impact,
bounce - hit softer the next time.
Roll to the middle of the floor
exposed to the elements.
Ian, Adam and I are in the white pickup
heading west.
We heard the Jeeps engine turn over
but stiff necked and hurried
we didn't look back.
Lost them.
We talk radio for hours
whisper static
about strategies and preparedness.
About next time.
How much momentum do we have?
How long until we stop rolling
and reach a resting place?
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