East Coast is shrouded from the sun
The New York mayor has done his best
His plans await the final test.
Ground Zero braces for the worst
This hallowed site is doubly cursed
Low-lying in more ways than one
The evacuation has begun.
When Nature lashes out once more
All bets are off, and less is more
Emails and Internet – forget
Storm surges, floods - we can’t connect.
A fearful waiting game is played
When the Elements are on parade
We are reminded of our humble place
Far at the back of Nature’s race.
(written in 2011)
(c) Poet in the woods 2013
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