(a postcard poem)
Green leaves cling
to trees, withstanding for now
Irene.
Showing posts with label hurricane. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hurricane. Show all posts
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Irene
Note: This poem was to be written yesterday but it wasn't.
(a postcard poem)
Rain, wind, and weather
makes 24 month old injury ache.
I sleep much, forget daily postcard poem.
I do my homework,
read a book,
binge on honey nut Chex Mix.
I tell myself
I will indulge
in caffeine and chocolate,
melted center cookies
as I wait for Irene to kill my power
as she’s done to 90,000 others.
(a postcard poem)
Rain, wind, and weather
makes 24 month old injury ache.
I sleep much, forget daily postcard poem.
I do my homework,
read a book,
binge on honey nut Chex Mix.
I tell myself
I will indulge
in caffeine and chocolate,
melted center cookies
as I wait for Irene to kill my power
as she’s done to 90,000 others.
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