Poems for a Hurricane

Frank Warner has a poetry post. He inspired me to write my own. Read the comments too.

Limitations

• If you have some time to spend,
• take St. Charles to the end,
• past all the Muses as it clacks along.
• The levee stops it like an interrupted song.
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• Climb up top, it may be hard to do.
• The top is wide – a field or two.
• A good place to walk, but no one to see.
• I remember being lonely.
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• The wind can be cold. You even get some snows
• and northern slush to soak your shoes and toes.
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• I can’t imagine though,
• the kind of thing to break it.

9/14/2005 1:58 AM