Hurricane Sandy Chaos
Nothing looked the same.
We returned home to witness
the damage.
Streets once familiar as
breathing
felt like we were watching tv in
slow motion
out the window of the car.
An eerie quiet sits atop the
dreams piled high along each
sidewalk,
graveyards of cherished
memories
as far as the eye can see.
Friendly but strange national
guard check points.
A necessary evil yet a stark
reminder that
evil is not limited to mother
nature.
Black the new horizon.
An eerie quiet prevails
There is a slimey cold scum, a
second skin on everything.
Drenched personal
possessions, the life wrung out
of them
in frigid red, green, and orange
rivers running down the
driveway. Christmas, Easter
Halloween,
newly minted or cherished
through generations
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