Ars Poetica
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Between winds, while the hurricane decides if it will answer prayers or go its way through my neighborhood, chimneys, roofs a whim it can lift off and deposit across town, I'm in this moment I call contentment. St. Paul found his, remember, in prison.
Surely this gray cage Katrina has built entrapping me within my house, the bars rain impossible for the naked eye rains here to teach me something like those poems the ancients thought delighted and still taught?
