Summer 2008 • Vol. XXX No. 3 Poetry |

I Spy a Hole, a Crack, a Leak

The water green gold, the pulse of water along his finger— Once upon a time there was a daughter who insisted, who brought her own two daughters back to see the city. She couldn't leave them, and so she drove them home while the toddler screamed,"No New Orleans!" through Mississippi. In that tale the daughter had read her daughters, the boy, on his way to school, passes the dike, sees the sea trickling in, tiny window of water. In Slidell, the older girl tried to play I Spy with My Little Eye but couldn't find any colors out the window. The daughter, you see, wanted to teach a lesson when she read that story. The Dutch Boy: How to Avert Disaster. Perseverance. How a child could save a city! She drove, over the Industrial Canal, through the Ninth Ward out to St. Bernard. To Carrollton Avenue past the park to Lakeview. Then Broadmoor to South Galvez Street, to Story Street, to see all the ruined houses she once lived in as a girl. And while she drove the daughter drowned her daughte

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