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Lull in the storm

distracted and adrift
in this new silence

when it’s daylight again
we are relieved to find
roof tiles and tree branches
remain, ours held up high
by hopes, foundations, deep roots
while so many others
(just as hopeful, just as rooted)
lay down in the tousled lawn
or in the road, to rest

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