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Thursday, September 8, 2022

Close/Soon


The derecho downed

Thousands of trees,

Two in my back yard.

Both fell on our house,

Toppling chimney,

Ripping down gutters,

Driving heavy branches 

Through shingled roof.

One spearlike stem

Missed me as I slept,

By the width of my bed.

Water on me woke me,

Not the cracking sound.

It was close, but not soon

Enough to take me asleep.