An overcast collected

the ashes, smoldering

over raked coals, crackling

with ambers as the shelter

for an earthquake collapsed

on the people hunkered in

for salvation from nature’s anger.

A catastrophe of pressing snooze

replaced my fate in a few minutes.

Sorry for the trouble,

but I’m glad I’m fucking late.

I dialed God, prayed for the people,

and thanked him for being late,

but always on time.

By Andy Cooper

From: United States

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