as i lie in
the sun reading war
and peace,
i see my neighbornext door
digging
a hole in his back yard.
his son is helping him.
they're building a bomb shelter
for when the big
one blows.
it's a family
project.
his wife comes out and
tells them
they aren't digging fast enough.
she yells
at where they put the dirt,
bruising her
freshly planted
flowers.
she shakes her head,
then goes back in to bottle
more water.
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