a raging storm sweeps the city
pulls up trees and downs power lines
and a little monster who slayed dragons
and warded off a lochness sea creature
counts sheep on my bed
staring at the rise and fall of her belly
I wonder, “how much action is her brain
dishing out as she sleeps? who is she
fighting now?”
surrounded by her favorite toys
love tucks her in
and I fade into the background
lose myself in words
and wait for the storm to pass
A Cornered Gurl 
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