the tremor

The tremor

I had forgotten the ink

For my computer in the car.

Took the lift down

Retrieved the ink

When there was a slight tremor

More like a shudder

 Or Was it a shake or me

Having a panic attack (it happens)

I stood there and waited

And there was silence until hysterical people

Come running, started up their cars

Getting out of there.

I stood by the lifts, ink in hand

Seven floors up. I pressed the button

Opened the front door,

She sat sleeping in her chair,

Soon her phone would ring someone telling

About the earthquake.

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