Thursday, December 16, 2010

16/30 Too late for smoke signals

Startled from our sleep
By a noise growing louder
We lurch for weapons

Vibrating windows
The whir of helicopters
Potential rescue

Scrounging for flashlights
Pale beam of light shot skyward
Fades into darkness

Startled from our sleep
The whir of helicopters
Fades into darkness


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