“Charley and Grandma Frances”
Boarded up in this concrete fortress
with winds that growl outside,
I wrestle boredom and lose the fight,
forced to let my mind rest.
News reports repeat time compressed.
The wall hit the coast’s evacuees tonight,
boarded up in their concrete fortress
with winds that growl outside.
All that’s left of the beach is a mess,
broken trees and mobile homes in sight,
giant tears repressed by might.
Pure emotional disbelief depressed,
boarded up in this concrete fortress.