I am sure
by now
you have seen
the newscasts
showing how the waves
pushed everything
in their wake
to a dramatic end.
The broken homes,
the ruined cars,
the screaming women,
the half-naked men,
the dead children.
I am sure
by now
you have seen
the look on my face
when you walk
by me
at the bus stop,
the awe…
is no different.
Bryon D. Howell (ctpoet4muse@aol.com)
25th January, 2005
Poems by Bryon D. Howell:
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