Empty Rooftops

It’s a year later and the wind has calm. The hard rain now just sprinkles and the rooftops are empty. Empty of the hands reaching up to sky hoping to be rescued from the rooftops. Empty of the face filled with despair wondering how are they going to rebound from this? Empty of the hungry bellies and tried bodies. Empty of the survivors of Katrina Yes, it’s a year later and the rooftops are empty but never forgotten.