Running Away to Home

Everybody on my block is about to die.
The news lady is saying, Go to the Dome!
Too late. We have waited too long.
The levees have broken!
She doesn’t even blink when she says it.
Every night I watch the news with Daddy.
I know this news lady well.
Her dark clothes, her white smile, her stiff hair.
Today, urgency swells her eyes.
She wants to get off the air
rush to the Dome, feel her hair swirl
about her round, pale face.
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Running Away To Home