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Disaster Preparedness

is the skill I’m trying to unlearn.
I work hard at picturing disaster
not stalking us at all, but rather
losing interest, wandering off.
If disaster stumbles into my door,
I want to be surprised.
When I hear that all day
tornadoes swept the Midwest
I add more curry to the soup
to smoke out trouble while
I balance the phone to my ear.
Those high winds
you remind me
are headed straight for us.

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