PrintJuly 6, 2007
Ho-Hum (a poem)
As Texans return to their storm soaked homes,
Their cars and trucks out of sight,
Do they wonder why Katrina rescuers
Don’t notice them? They just might.
Where are the calls for the President
To helicopter in?
Where are the vaunted TV anchors
Rushing to join the din?
What din? The silence is eerie,
The lack of interest intense.
Who cares about ruined Texans?
Their stories are non-events.
Mimi Evans Winship
