| Sirens
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| It's never a
good thing You wake up counting Two Three They are passing Very close now You take a deeper breath The clock glows orange Someone is in trouble You streach your spine Think of fire Heart attack Auto accident They are fading in the distance You adjust the pillow They are gone You think of friends Family You pray they are safe Blankets enfold you with warmth Darkness takes command You drift with the small Secret Guilt Thank you God It wasn't me Copyright © Rose Lobel, 2007 All rights Reserved |
Selected Poems
2010