Quake & Context
Unwrapping a chicken sandwich the floor shook.
Panic is a thing, the unexpectedness of which, unites
everyone -- running like cattle to a burning barn.
Outside we watched pavement crackle open.
Still swallowing my lunch.
Only much later did I realize that there is no such thing
as an earthquake. Other places are quite -- stable.
But where I am is where I am.
And what happens there is quite -- local.
We huddled beside the radio when all was as before.
Laughing as I swept fragments of a broken coffee cup.
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