Harvey - Not Child's Play
HARVEY - NOT CHILD’S PLAY
Houston, we have a problem ~
where the throngs of children played,
only possessions remain
in giant heaps - mattresses, furniture
and hefty bags brimming.
Two boys step over threshold
to survey the damage to their home,
for the first time, since the storm’s surge.
Several boxes labeled Hurricane,
contain fans. All is calm in aftermath,
ready for forward march,
albeit months of reparations.
Bare bones, as if in early stages
of construction, with see-through walls.
Boys in blue shirts, step into their room.
Dad points out which ones were theirs.
He asks them, “How do you feel?”
And the simple answer,
echoing from a child’s lips,
stabs you in the chest,
sucks the air,
in vise-like vortex,
“sad…”
9/25/2017
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2017
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