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A Week after the Hurricane:
To Town for the Mail
"That's bad. All our sympathy. Still, it's none of our business."
-Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago, p. 227
But I had forgotten my duty mask
And so I scuttled into the post office lobby
Hoping that no one would see me bare of face
Our town is mostly plywood now, and weeds
There wasn’t much here before anyway
And now the plague-time and the hurricane
Have pulled the old brick walls into the streets
Plywood and weeds, blue tarps, MREs and showers
In shiny trailers outside the Baptist church
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