Katrina: Two Years Later

Blinking in the freshening
gale, he stood firm: no damnfool
storm was going to chase him
away. Wife and kids could go,
he was staying. Been through these
things, before: he and house came
out alright. His home, all he
knew: born there, raised there, it was
there when he went off to war,
greeted him on his return,
got married on the front porch,
for Pete's -- he wasn't going
nowhere. He lifted his drink
and roared at the hurricane:
"Try and git me, ya bastard."
The hurricane answered. Two
years later, he's still missing.

(c) 2007, Karla Dorman.