Never name your daughter katrina


This poem has been rattling around

in my mind trying to get out.  Finally

it came to me this morning:

 

 

 

 

 

The water rose,

 
and spared noone.

 
And when

 
the water receeded,

 
The City’s future

 
went with it.

 

 

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