she #5

She feared winter.
It was here. Her camouflage was dieing. Exposed in cold. Hidden in fog.

She feared a pogrom,
her computer crashing,
the close proximity of strangers on a bus.

All the fears all at once.
She feared fear. There is a name for that.
I think.

She saw it was National Poetry Day in Black History month, the calendar days ticked off.

She will gather supplies for hibernation and hide away.

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