sounded
we'd crawl under our desks
with our books
and lunch boxes
waiting for the all clear,
and then
the teacher, Mrs. Salvatore,
would
release
us to run home to our
parents
who hopefully weren't
burnt up
and vibrating
with radiation.
we'd look up into
the sky
searching for that mushroom
cloud,
our ears waiting to
hear the boom.
it was exhilarating
in a way,
and exciting that we might
not have to
do our homework
for a while.
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