the water main
breaks
and the road collapses
which makes
the traffic back up
for miles, for hours.
there is no other way
to get home.
no way to get to our
warm
rooms, our table
of food,
our things
that wait for us
just five miles down
the road.
so we sit.
we wonder. we wish
we had a book
or someone nice to call
and tell them
about our troubles,
not just this one,
but all of them.
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