she was always prepared.
the flashlights,
and buckets,
the bottled water,
the sandwiches wrapped
in cellophane.
matches
and candles.
flares,
life preservers.
even a few books to read
when
waiting to be
rescued from the roof.
although i told
her time and time again,
evacuation would
be easier.
it's time to get out
of here.
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