Early Works

Katrina Boy

May 14, 2007

You walk along the littered miles

Timbered mountains rise so high

The landscape formed anew

Digging through the lives of others

You’ve found a treasure

New shoes–One white, one blue

You smile as children do.

Katrina boy

I can’t imagine, I can remember

That balmy September in NYC

When mountains formed

Of steel and stone, 80 feet of bone

From what was once a city
within a city by the sea

I cry awhile for me, for you.

Your bayou sun sets beyond the mangrove roots.
And my sun spins into the harbor just past the wounded place.

We share the same sunset…

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