[This is technically an old poem but for some reason I didn’t include it in the eBooks. I suppose I didn’t like it at the time.]
Her Pink Camera
(formerly called “Aftermath” in a hard cover book)
Stormy days came just after us;
things washed away
seagulls cry
Gave you a pink camera you’d wanted, and
you said you’d visit the beach to
hear the seagulls cry blue
the ocean roar
Said you’d get batteries for it
after you got a cute pink computer
Stormy day floods on first floors
things washed away, but
weren’t you on the fourth
Don’t know
haven’t heard from you.
Did you get the batteries
and go into the storm surge?
Stormy days
things washed away
and I haven’t seen your pink
but I gave you the pink camera
In Hurricane days
things were washed away
seagulls cried blue
and videos were shown
Maybe it was you in the pink,
who took those anonymous pictures —
I haven’t heard
I miss your pink, had
missed you in the swirls
but, yeah, it’s your style
you could have posted video P1748:
seagulls following your pink camera
Stormy days, dead
things washed away
seagulls cry blue
Bulldozers and sand walls
protection against the waves.
Did you get batteries and a pink dress?
Didn’t you say you’d visit the beach
to hear seagulls cry
Next time you see the seagulls
tell them I love them, ok?