The dawn sneaks in
despite a wink of moon,
shadows of silence
gather early birdsong
before the wailing sirens cry.
I count on my fingers
several times around
to place each one I know.
Several are beyond my tally.
Fear sprays the shut of day
and still I listen for
that other shoe.
The Next View, watercolor by Sue
North of Summer, A Decade of Poetry available at Lulu Publishing
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Yes, I do understand. I too stop and listen when I hear the sirens.
As children we always stopped playing and said Hail Marys. Today I just send blessings.
Sherry
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