The Tremor
The tremor
I had forgotten the ink
For my computer in the car.
Took the lift down
Retrieved the ink
When there was a slight tremor
More like a shudder
Or Was it a shake or me
Having a panic attack (it happens)
I stood there and waited
And there was silence until hysterical people
Come running, started up their cars
Getting out of there.
I stood by the lifts, ink in hand
Seven floors up. I pressed the button
Opened the front door,
She sat sleeping in her chair,
Soon her phone would ring someone telling
About the earthquake.
Copyright © Jan Oskar Hansen | Year Posted 2019
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