Blackout, Darkness in the
cold night Like the skin on an over- ripe avocado Children crying "I'm scared of the dark, Mommy, can you turn the lights back on?" Almost dead phone Frantically digging in baskets for emergency candles Flickering Flames floating upstairs, downstairs Generator running NASCAR a racer, rushing the blackout away Hodgepodge of aromas Dim shadows dancing Wishing for a candelabra For Liberace moments As we bundle down to read and wait For how long? Ten minutes later, after an hour of "damage control" setting up the show They came on again © Doniell Cushman. All Rights Reserved. This poem or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review.
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June 2022
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