a loud siren piercing
sky of silence; rumbling
down street this afternoon
was it air raid or something
then everything is quiet
it's only a monthly drill
joggers went on speeding
fallen leaves stayed still
maintenance trucks at stop
pizza line keep on moving
jet planes fly by in rows
I got my pie started eating
oh! my I have to go back
left my drinks on table top
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