Desiderata II

My things are still in New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina Freshman dis-orientation.

What I want
Has not mattered
In a very long time.

I want my city above water.
I left my heart there,
And it needs to breathe, again.
Like never before.
The city I left luck plundered
Must come back,
And my baby in green and white
Must be whole again.
I want my words from a new direction,
And a gray sweatshirt with a “3" on the sleeve.

I’ve wanted things I couldn’t have before
Like normal, safe and fair,
But I’ve never left a city
That wasn’t there.

So “paint well” my drowning family.
They let you down before.
They couldn’t get you from the hell
They knew would not be theirs,
And was so much to comprehend.

Please, now, give us
A new gem to come back to,
A place to adore again.
A place that can forget the horror
Of a little dog named Snowball,
Bodies in the street,
And the eyes and no action
On the other side of the TV.

Dream strong and proud,
And become so
Again.