And in the morning when the rain stopped shining, <br />The Lady picked daintily over waters tainted <br />With twisted wrecks of once-high trawlers. <br />The North wind blew flecks of lilies, pieces of <br />Sheds...crowding waves of last October. <br />Last October, Halloween month. <br />Tricks of hope, treats of tears. <br />Blue, blue string clouds. Sun shining on <br />Bags of ice, trucks of food. <br />Sagging faces, waiting in line. Whining children <br />Hanging on luck of one bowl of Cheerios. <br /> <br />He told the Lady to go home...she was not needed <br />To stroll the waters, hold the tides. <br />That, she did. <br />And through the murk Her voice went out, <br />Called Heaven back, biding, waiting... <br />Until Heaven was furious...boats' hulls' brimming. <br /> <br />Mortgages know nothing of Heaven, or a <br />Lady grinning.<br /><br />elysabeth faslund<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/katrina-lady-of-the-lake/
