“Eyes on the Sea”
*
Casually my sweetheart said:
“We’re all like a girl who’s
been raped. We used to never
worry about storms, even the big ones.”
Now we watch every cloud
like it could be the next
worst thing that ever happened.
Statistics are on
our side. But no matter.
*
A dog in a yard on St. Charles
raises his head in the August
steam, the sprinkler pulses over
him and he sniffs the air
for something- distant and invisible.
August 2007 New Orleans
