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She puts her head to the ground

trying to hear the approach of a stampede


                                                                                                              the first tremor of a thunderstorm

                                                             the first wave of an earthquake

the last train headed west


She lifts a single finger toward the sky

trying to gauge the direction of the wind

sand/dunes  fire/ashes  rain/floods


I try and read her expression

her face betrays