Aug 30, 2035 17:17
the hurricane came; but only the end
& it blew the windows open & flooded the floors
& we stood on our desks & wondered what was next
& we tapped our pencils on our ancient books
& stared at the clocks waiting for the hands to move
our desks will be our boats & our books will be our life vests.
we are in this for the long haul.
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and you and i are unafflicted
i'm too far west
and you're too far north
and you're too far away from me
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