rumors & facts circulate like they always do
nobody said it would be easy
as they ran for the hills
a host of tornadoes on their tails
the taste of sulfur on their tongues
the weather radios ran out of juice
maybe twenty years ago
though interruptions kept recurring
the children know best where to hide
their knowledge immeasurable
ever since the flattening
of the learning curve
what’s next is nobody’s business
weather balloons competing
with drones & killer kites
rogue rockets taking off from cornfields
june two thousand twenty-three
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