The Shell
While digging a fence post hole
Her shovel hits a hard surface
A stubborn rock?
Or root bound piece of rock?
No, she inhales
A shell! she muses
From Katrina's surge of water
Pulled from its place in the Gulf??
Unlikely, say the local folk
Not possible
It was bad, but shells flying
A mile and a quarter?
Yet, the image works for her
Evoking the fear, the destruction
And desolation
Come to Mississippi
Be part of the recovery
-Rita 1/16/07
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