Emergency Procedures
It is the lack of sunlight
in this patchwork village that is to blame. fifty miles north of nowhere heat escapes during the night, takes a whole day to amble back. Boundaries less necessary evils. An overstay imperfect seasons with their terminal punctuation, sudden-death rounds send us reeling for shelter. Take yourself out for some Peace & Quiet. By the time you get back we’ll be armed. And then you say, we’ll have one more look. But one more look means getting on with the hunt so tonight the nets are set and the children put to bed early. When the birds are silent, crestfallen we take our hooks to the sky.
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