Pier-less

The hurricane was weeks ago, Yet now I get to see The damage, or what’s left of it, That was described to me. We walked the route we always take When down here for a visit, Past lovely homes with water views, Expansive and exquisite. The local park’s in ruins And some trees and plants have died, But the lovely pier we strolled on Shows destruction magnified. Staring at its buckled surface, Twisted into quite a mess, Tells me when it will be walkable Is anybody’s guess.