Red Hook, Brooklyn, after Sandy.
It is snowing.
VIOLET, an elderly black lady, stands outside her apartment building.
VIOLET holds a clutch of disposable meals in silver foil.
Too many to hold.
One falls to the snow, bursts brightly under VIOLET’s foot as she stoops to pick it up.
This damned snow is some encore to Sandy
Red Cross dump ready meals and go
Might as well be invisible as black right now.
VIOLET looks at the paltry meals in her hand, shakes her head, moves inside from the snow.
Snow continues to fall on the ready-meal.