Sandy’s Mercy

The trains left us to our own devices,

which sparked shortages of PBR

and stress

in Brooklyn bars.

The storm turned a shivering shoulder to the hipster hangs

(whose tenants brushed off such allegations)

where poetry and paintings were being carved from afternoons

of the weeklong holiday Sandy ushered in with reflective

sighs and nurtured guilt directed towards a reality that did not arrive in the

gentrifying frontier digs whose allure on its tenants had not dimmed,

where Sandy struck livers and lungs,

and left an aftermath of late morning coffee coughs

and a soulless search for the acetaminophen—

echoes from the outbreak of wind and water that

sparked a shebang that filled one full week’s nights.

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