Archive for November, 2012

26
Nov
12

Peanut

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Photo from the IFAW website

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For Nova
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What did you think under that hellish sky
Midst the insane wind flying at your door,
Beating fistfuls of debris against it?
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What did you make of the depressive air,
The vicelike feel of angry greyness,
Of barren lifelessness pressing in?
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Did you sense danger in the disruption:
No key turning in the lock, no voice, no walk,
No food or water, just cold and dark
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What did you think when the water rose,
Leaving its darksome mark on the walls,
Leaving you to wait in its toxic ooze
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I know what you thought when the strangers came,
When they saw your muddy prints on the fridge,
And found you standing on top of a bed
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I know what you thought
I saw it in your eyes
Curious, wary, hopeful
I saw it on the news
You knew
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You let them slip the loop on
And lead you off the bed
I saw you understand
That they were saving you
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Where are you now, little dog, and what do you think?
Has your former way of life been somewhat restored?
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Or have you had to become
A dog of the universe
Like one I used to know?
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Fin
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Notes:

Hurricane Sandy hit the eastern seaboard October 29 and wrought a brand of havoc never before experienced there. It’s destructive power was greater than Katrina or Andrew.

On November 3, the IFAW—one of the many animal rescue organizations working the Sandy aftermath—rescued a little Shih Tzu they called “Peanut.”

Here are a few links documenting the rescue:

The first story of Peanut – 11/3/12

Link to a video that includes Peanut’s rescue – 11/6/12

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19
Nov
12

Bathwater Blues

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Go back to the silence
The silence between the sounds
They say
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So many sounds
So many egos making sounds
The air struggles to hold them all
They tangle, droop down
Rats’ nests of sound-laden molecules
Dangling from waves like plugs on chains
Radio waves, microwaves
Thieves of peace
Refractors of paths
Devils, angels, spiders and flies
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Hush little baby, don’t you cry
Everything’s gonna be OK
They say
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