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:
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.
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