WAITING OUT THE STORM - Poem
WAITING OUT THE STORM
(Copyright 2011, by Dave Kiffer)
We watch them on TV
The brave ones telling
The tossed hairs anchors
That they will stay on
And we wonder
What kind of nut job
Stays in their home as the
Winds and waters rise
They are older, we say
They have rebuilt before
They can’t imagine
Starting over again
They have lived
Long and good lives
They want to die
In their own beds
Besides, you can
Die just as easy
On an interstate
Packed with fear
You can die
Crossing the street
You can die
Opening a can of beer
Let God decide
Let God decide
Indeed. Who are we
To question fate
Then we see
The grainy footage
Of Camille and
The hurricane partiers
Followed by more
Grainy footage
Of a foundation
Picked clean by fate
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