• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 04
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Standing on the zebra she glanced up
and saw a tile uncover the sky.
Oh Lord, she whispered,
Did I see something
I shouldn’t have seen?

Rain brightened everything,
made her feel new.
Her pavement reflection sharpened,
scarier than a mirror.

And yet.

And yet, she thought, here I am in my work coat,
my scarf, my worry.
The same plastic bag.
Heaven’s not a break in the clouds.

And what’s with this road anyway?
I’ve been waiting here forever and
still can’t get across.