The victims kept coming; I had to pause.
I was tired. So tired. My spirit was drained.
So I sat down to rest, and a voice cried, “Help!”
I looked out and saw another floundering soul.
My limbs would not move, so I shouted, “Swim!”
And lo and behold, she reached the shore.
She glared at me and stalked away.
I reached for a sandwich and continued to sit.
“Fire! Fire!” someone shrieked in the distance.
But before my head could turn, a truck arrived,
Dowsed the flames, and all were safe.
“Thanks for just sitting there” carried on the wind.
I curled up on the grass; delicious sleep took me,
And I awoke to a quiet weeping near my head.
He said, “I am lost.” I said, “As are all.”
I took his hand, and our eyes closed together.
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photo by Stephen Radford