Dark skies of clouds hued to wolf’s fur
The precipitation falls smoothly
Onto my skin
The smell of the world
Is a scent you recognize
For a second before
The smell of smog and debris
Overwhelm your system
The thick humid air thinned
Years after the storm
The trees that once
Reaped pink flowers of purity
We’re ripped from the humble
Foundation they were laid upon
Clear skies reveal the truth
The skies of blue without
Trace of cloud
Are meaningless in the eyes
Of a child whom envisioned
A world of paradise far from
The coast he was bound
A paradise shattered by
Katrina.