I wrote some poetry whilst in Texas; very odd for me. Usually the idea of writing poetry is nerve-wracking enough that I don't begin. But there were too many rich things to think about while I was there, on the Ike-devastated coast.
The first is about the beach in Galveston. The second is in remembrance of a freaky tree on the corner of the street.
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Her footfalls vanished with the water )
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