A New Kind of Panic

panic

(A Poem)

By Lorna Ye

The narrow rectangle bar
is shrinking,
slowly, but steadily,
into a slim red,
a warning of imminent
disconnection
and darkness.

In that pastel afternoon,
on that bench in dappled sunshine,
you wedge into
the shade of panic,
breath heavier,
heartbeat faster,
as the bar
is shrinking.

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