Safe At Home
We’re still half a world away
from bombs.
We’ve bolted our doors
and rigged alarms
for burglars.
So there’s no need to listen
to the winds that gather
about the house, a whisper-
conspiracy of sky
and overhanging trees,
this rainstorm lullaby.
Oh, but
when we’re suddenly wide
awake in the dark,
who’s that neighbor
come knocking?
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