State of Emergency
After the wind stops blowing
We will pull down the shades
The thunder rumbles past our yellow, one story apartment.
Standing close to the foamy shores
I can hear the newscaster murmur its warnings of another flash flood watch.
I adjust my headphones, picking up a Vogue to pass the time.
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