Tagged: irene
the morning
the morning
after the hurricane
neighbors gingerly
stepped out of their
homes into the
hallway
and discovered
each other
like once familiar
poetry, sharing
the first ray of
sunlight
after a century
of stillness
.
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from borough to
from borough to
borough, the city
springs back
to life, responding
to a stirring of steel
ribs, the quickening
of electrical
wires, synapses
towards the
familiar.
the heart resumes
its harmonizing
rhythm, shuttling
our recollected
dreams, pulling
us into and out
of tunnels,
rediscovering
our perfect
equilibrium
.
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nature teases nature
nature teases nature
with a degree of
moral support
.
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we are not so tough
we are not so tough
after all, an entire
city lying in
wait, as the whisper of Irene
fills every bodega,
every alley, pulls
the brakes on the
last train as we scurry
home, armed
with shopping bags
of headlines and hearsay
.
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