Saturday, October 31, 2009

40.

One, standing alone, feels a tremor,
that sure sign the sky is falling,
so, rushes to alert his
neighbors, excitable gents. One tells
another, three overhear, five demand
action, until all, wanting the honor
of breaking the news, make a mad-dash
to Central, causing a ripple-effect of
flailing limbs. Exhausted, all collapse,
waiting for the Watch-Tower-call: All is Well!

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