hard to plumb what
kind of wind it took to crack
pine tree in the corner
twelve feet up
so that the top fell on top
of the giant cedars growing just behind
arms extended to hold up the toppled tip
a wind that wrests anxious hearts
out of kilter and
squints eyes with dust
that makes it hard to think of anything else
except for what a volatile violent world
we inhabit here in the middle of a continent
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