Vol 9, Num 13 :: 2010.06.25 — 2010.07.08
Sulfurous light reflected dark images
From the mirror on the closet door.
I counted and the house shook.
Close, that one was close, and
I wished it would just stop so
I could get some sleep and somehow
It occurred to me that there were
Real live people huddled under a bridge,
A cardboard box, in an abandoned building,
One with no glass in the windows,
And I wondered if sleep was what
They worried about.
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