break, a sweet repose,
a rest
of sorts
when the power goes down
and nothing
works.
we're off the grid with
no electricity.
we're back to the stone age,
with clubs
and fire,
stream water,
and the loin cloth we
wore
yesterday
getting dirtier
and hotter.
we mark time with chalk,
and draw
circles in the dirt,
amusing ourselves
with
nothing but our own
voices
and banging on an empty
tin of pretzels.
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