Drip-dripping under the elm trees
after the storm
lashed words scattered
amid the branches
tip-toeing deer
amidst the wreakage
what can be salvaged
and the silence
the silence after the fury
its echo wreaking havoc
the forest not unscathed
to be healed someday
to be whole again
yet different
such was the force of the storm
such is the rage of the silence
which will last
subdued, hidden
behind what the content traveller
expects to hear.
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