Hunkered Down
I hunker down for Gustav, through the night,
snugged in the house my tested heart has grown
and cracked when my beloved's soul took flight.
The news reporter asked, "Will you leave home?",
the mike gripped tightly in his neat, kempt hand
with golden rings and well-hedged shiny nails
beneath fat skin, the shade of dampened sand.
I said, "I'll weather out the gusts and gales."
"You know that you may die", he grimly said.
At four A.M., there's rain that starts and stops,
then starts again, six feet above my head;
I catch the red light stream of city cops,
which sends my mask to blacking out my sight.
I may awake, if I can make the night.
snugged in the house my tested heart has grown
and cracked when my beloved's soul took flight.
The news reporter asked, "Will you leave home?",
the mike gripped tightly in his neat, kempt hand
with golden rings and well-hedged shiny nails
beneath fat skin, the shade of dampened sand.
I said, "I'll weather out the gusts and gales."
"You know that you may die", he grimly said.
At four A.M., there's rain that starts and stops,
then starts again, six feet above my head;
I catch the red light stream of city cops,
which sends my mask to blacking out my sight.
I may awake, if I can make the night.
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