Sandy – By Ilse Kramer

S a n d y

By Ilse Kramer

The one tree we can see

Through the window

Has seizures.


We hear that elsewhere

They shovel sand into bags.

The waves are giants

Beating their chest.

Small children drown

In endless water.


We on the hill are safe,

Sharing the storm

And afterwards stillness.


What have we done to be spared?

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