Autumn’s fog
rolled in tonight,
Buoys
clanged with danger warnings…
Amplified
wind tremors,
Echo again,
most every morning.
Electric
static smells like Ozium,
NOAA has me
in their sight…
My response
is jumping into bed
And hugging
my dog at night.
Each day awakening still alive,
I celebrate
life under a roof…
There is a
guilt in my survival
Walking past a neighbor's truth.
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