before the invasion
there is intimacy in the air
you can feel it like an imminent
thunderstorm on a midsummer afternoon
instruments shake and shout
going off the charts (as they say)
little ones hunkered further down
seated in circle of arms interlocked
chanting brand new psalms
preparations embrace for the inevitable
battening down hatches
buttoning down last minute details
counting down time
like some spaceship launch
there is intimacy in the air
you breath it in deeply (embracing it)
knowing full well
you may never feel again
december two thousand seventeen
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