As the world,
war-torn, whirls
ever more dizzying
more chaotic
I dig my toes
into this patch of earth –
where life is still
comparatively calm
disturbed only
by annual threats
of heavy flooding
or fierce fires.
Hilltop, suburban,
here we stay
safe … so far.
Written for Quadrille #235 at dVerse
(44 words excluding title. Compulsory word: whirl.)
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