Duck and Cover
That was the last call.
Aunt Rosie and the kids have left.
They’re safe
The rest have been accounted for.
It’s just us now.
Is everybody ready?
I never really thought this day could come.
Preparations aside, it was just a compulsive
precaution. Our family, friends, will we
ever see them, talk to them again?
How could we have done this to ourselves?
Funny, the things I think of at a time like this.
I got tickets to a Springsteen concert next month.
Who cares now?
Six months ago, when I bought them, I still had some trust.
Trust in the world, in our leaders. None
of this makes sense.
Do the egos of two men matter?
I remember as a child the grade school,
duck and cover drill.
I remember the black and yellow shelter signs.
That was over fifty years ago.
Have we learned nothing?
Come on, let’s go. It’s a bit of a drive.
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2023
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