she naps while the wind howls on the plains,
the single pane windows flex and whine along
their cheap metal tracks, pebbles ricochet like
shot off the metal siding.
she may have rolled over so as not to see
the hundreds of bike racers pass by,
parched and broken by the wind.
she may have turned off her phone so
as to not hear any calls for help.
she naps in the afternoon, finally
arousing herself, reminded again
that the world never