Tempest

Sit at the window
Stare at the wet gray morning
The streets strewn with trash

Contemplate the storm
The darkened rush of pain, slips
The rain moving on

A broken column
The great tree, scorched and limbless
Bursting at its roots

The electric flash
A conflict of heat and light
Summoned from the Earth

The park grounds are filled
With mud and mire, swamp water
Worms crawl and slither

The deluge ending
A breakfast for the robins
Feast for the sparrow

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