CREATION
Engulfed by concrete
Within the seats of Yellowstone Park
Life somehow finds a way to rise
Creation is the default mode of the universe
CREATION
Engulfed by concrete
Within the seats of Yellowstone Park
Life somehow finds a way to rise
Creation is the default mode of the universe
AFTERMATH
In some neighborhoods of Queens, people went back to their normal lives after the flood waters of Hurricane Ida. In others, they weren't so lucky.
https://www.nytimes.com/2021/09/06/nyregion/queens-flooding-cleanup.html
https://nypost.com/2021/09/05/de-blasio-tours-queens-business-ravaged-by-ida-floodwaters/
https://nypost.com/2021/09/06/biden-oks-nys-major-disaster-declaration-for-ida-damage/
MORNING AFTER
The morning after the remnants
Of Hurricane Ida dumped
More than seven inches of rain
The sun is out in Queens
The cicadas are singing
And a monarch butterfly
Is going about its business
Nature never takes a break
CICADA
Leaving my apartment building this morning
Walking down the pathway to Yellowstone Boulevard
Resting on a plant I noticed a large insect
Initially I thought it was a dragonfly
I texted a picture to my niece who is my personal Wikipedia
To nature as she lives out in the country in Southern Virginia
She told me it wasn't a dragonfly but a cicada
According to her:
"It probably recently hatched. They live underground for
19 years and then surface and only live for a few weeks."
The cicada I observed on the leaf didn't move much
Maybe it was acclimating to life in
The wilds of Queens
Or perhaps it was just taking a nap
Before it eats sings and mates
No more waiting to get into the library
Return to our normal lives
We had our chance
United States
Avg. on Aug, 7, 2021
New Cases 108,513 +111%
New Deaths 506 +89%
As the poem goes:
For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'.
Right across from where
Donald Trump went to high school
There is an underpass
Which tries to give you the illusion
You are entering an underworld
While not exactly a place Hades might hangout
As you first go down the stairs you are greeted
By a crumbled pack of Marlboro 100 Lights cigarettes
Broken glass is scattered on the ground
And there is a generous display of trash
Plastic and paper bags like they've been
There for hundreds of years rest comfortably
Next to a Red Mango yogurt paper cup leaning on
A container recently prepared by Dagan Catering
Marked: Egg salad sandwich
Side salad
You are also treated to a variety of empty bottles and cans:
Poland Spring water (born in Maine since 1845)
Wine (80% Cabernet Sauvignon 20% Merlot)
Smirnoff Zero Sugar Infusions(Strawberry & Rose)
Evan Williams Kentucky Straight Bourbon Whiskey(Kentucky's 1st Distiller)
Modelo beer
Dole sliced pineapples
Guava nectar
Just to name a few
You don't know who or what you
Will find as you go through the underpass
The walls of peeling paint scarred by artless graffiti
Make you feel at anytime someone or something
Can sneak up from behind and grab you
So picking up your pace seems the best option
Funny enough I have walked through many times
But I have actually never seen anyone else there
Just the leftovers
Of a quite a devilish party I imagine