Friday, September 23, 2005

76. She's Running On The Levee

by Elizabeth Kate Switaj

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:

Nyle 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.