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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