Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Poetry Heart Spill # 3

bridge city

music blares; mosquito bite wake up call
air already filled with the smell of sizzling meat
bright sun, blue skies fall on landscape
still covered in debris, trees

lines of cars start at noon
open arms, engulfing hugs comfort
food runs out; we'll scavenge for more

work ends when generators click off
tiredly talking, hearing stories of destruction

a hurricane unites

the blonde one

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