Saturday, May 27, 2023

Everyone knows her (a #poem)

When the sirens wailed
and all went black
she was lost for words
and couldn't go back

It was close to sundown
when the mountains grew closer


It felt like a touchdown
when she tried to compose her

She couldn't remember
why they chose her
't Was in September 
and everyone knows her


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