Superstorm Sandy

Superstorm Sandy took away my home. 

She didn't take away the walls or the floorboards, 

and my bed hasn't moved at all. But

She took away our light, for all of

seven solid nights.

With the light went the heat, 

and soon, so went our food. 

Our basement is still there, 

but our things are on the curb.

The water that attacked them 

is still dripping icy cold.

Sandy didn't kill us, 

no she didn't bite. But,

the memories that she left

keep me waking every night. 

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