Worry

Sirens on the evening air
Send frissons of misplaced alarm
Along my spine and make the hair
Stand up upon my neck and arm.
I take a mental inventory:
Where are all my friends tonight?
All safe at home. This scary story
Won’t be theirs. They’re all alright.

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