17 for Sandy

“The wind came back with triple fury, and put out the light for the last time. They sat in company with the others in other shanties, their eyes straining against crude walls and their souls asking if He meant to measure their puny might against His. They seemed to be staring at the dark, but their eyes were watching God.”
― Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God


October dawn-
Carpet rolls rise from
Bungalow Park curbs

Sand dune-
halfway plugged in

Flat screen TV

Pathmark lot

every parking space full

Ocean waves

Winds subside-

Red eyes in Venice Park

Gardeners Basin

drying in the tree branches

seaweed

Receding tide-
Window planters sprout

broken shells

Crosswalk-
Half the lines in this street
are electric

Half full garage-

Refrigerator sideways
in the water

Wind whistles-
Rocking back and forth
Stop Sign

Shattered window-

Liquor store leaks

in the dark

Boardwalk dark-

"Just Don't Want To Be Lonely"

From casino speakers

seawater
between Ballys and Caesars-
Fire hydrant

Seaweed
inches from the ceiling-
Carpet squishy

Planted in yards
on this Brigantine street-
Pieces of seawall

Full moon

Brigantine seawall

High tide -

Brigantine mailboxes
almost full

Brigantine's North End-

Boats in front yards

couches on curbs

And until next we meet, may all your potatoes be sweet (and dusted with cinnamon.)