Grace Heriegel

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It was a fourth of July

as we wait for hours.

Boom, boom, from afar

yet we sit, we wait.

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A young couple

with two little kids

we watch, they play

boom boom, from nearby

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A scream, a slide

into the bush we hide.

Our heads bowed,

hands holding another

trembling with fear.

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The screams get closer,

boom, boom, again, again.

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The young woman and her children,

down they slide

past the bush, past the booms

into the water.

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A tiny boat upon a mass body

away, away they go.

Little lives to a safer place.

The booms, they disappear.

A false alarm, left mass panic.

©GraceIsobelle, 2024