poetry

Slow Passage

the harsh exhalation
of conditioned air
roared over everything,
deafening her
to bird song
and rainfall
and tires on gravel
in the drive.
the night always came
as a shock.
sudden darkness
where once there
was light,
if only
she had looked up
sooner.

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