a plethora of time
she hadn’t died rather simply overslept
but for a moment we had held our breath
it stormed from dusk and well past dawn
young and old alike dreaming undisturbed
daylight delayed and electricity off grid
challenging life and impersonating pause
she hadn’t died rather simply overslept
at least for the moment or so we were told
july two thousand nineteen
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