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afterward

afterward

it can become a self-fulfilling prophecy, she said
I know, I said, it’s something I need to work on
I was sitting by the little radio set in the bunker
sending out our ID every few minutes
to see whether anyone would respond
we hadn’t heard from anyone in days
we weren’t sure what it looked like outside
whether the heat from the blasts
had left a blank slate above us
CQ, CQ, this is Vermont, I said again, waited
just a faint crackling in the speakers
as likely to be electrical interference as anything
maybe we should let go, she said, accept it
I’m not ready yet, I said, not yet
CQ, CQ, this is Vermont
CQ, CQ, this is Vermont

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28 May 2021
Greensboro Bend VT

Published in My poems Poetry Vermont

2 Comments

    • Jason Crane Jason Crane

      Thanks brother.

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