Earthquake
We didn't get many shakes around our way,
the occasoonial tremblor was more than you could say,
no fault lines to speak of or moving plates,
only at Sunday lunch table or back door gates.
Doris was preparing for her Friday night out,
hadn't been much lately for her to shout about,
weekly routine could be fun but needed more,
more ooomph when all was said and done.
Just as she was leaving the front door,
she thought that she could hear a faint roar,
pictures started swaying, dogs crying,
ground sloping, trees swishing, wind sighing.
She knew that there was not much left to prove,
because it wasn't the first time that she had felt the Earth move.
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