Page 5 - Packing for the Apocalypse
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PREMONITION POEM 1
Who has the ticket
What is the airline Where are we going Will we need sunblock?
Sorry, you can’t take your telescope You might need your passport Bring comfortable shoes
In case the car stalls
This fleeing gets old This not knowing when This crying of multiple sirens Coming from over the hill
California dreaming Everything is burning Have a drink of water Don’t dwell in the past
This vigilance is tiring Like growing up in chaos Always hoping for a respite
You can’t get anything done.
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