Aftermath
Trees stand barren
Against a gray sky.
There’s nothing left that’s green,
Or very little.
I steer my car around a pile of branches
Lying dormant in the street.
A truck hauls them away,
Leaving my neighborhood empty.
Leaving my heart empty.
I write poetry. Whenever I get around to typing it up, I post it here. Mostly in large batches once every few weeks or so. Enjoy.
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