Friday, September 23, 2005

76. She's Running On The Levee

She's running on the levee She used to run every day But it’s been weeks Even angels spreading wings To hold the waters back When her path failed Never could’ve shined Like her ponytail Against the air They didn’t Spread their wings And I can’t now, can’t even talk like this You see, she saw me floating by On her way out of state hellicane category: survival

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

This is chilling, myserious and, in the end, devasatatingly spooky. A very sinuous, skillful poem that catches the horror better than many pictures and much of the news coverage. Bravo.