Afterpresent
Poems written long ago and rummaged into a sequence, tagged by year.
Monday, February 17, 2020
Ten twenty four
I heard an ambulance, no.
Two.
Something moved inside the walls, unknown.
A student of the dorm sneezed
and coughed.
The waterfall of high pitch
began. Stopped, began.
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