This one lasted

At least five minutes

And though we are not from there

We appeared to be in South America

A capital in the mountains

High rises reaching up

Out of the valleys


We were not frightened:

Our parents had perished already

But we still held on,

Waited for the shaking to stop


However, this was less a shake

And more a bounce


The building itself

An elevator, like the gantry

We rode to numb our pain with



That all this happened in the

South America of my dreams

Tells me somewhere down there

A family goes through this same



They aren’t scared either

Their earthquick might go

Side to side

Round and round

Or rolling

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