The pine treesBecame carnageBattered by the windUnder the weight of the spring snowFoundation weakened by the soft ground beneathThey lie at roadsidePilons showing work had been begunDedicated teamsWorking day into nightClearing the roadsAllowing traffic to movePiles of broken branchesSawed off trunksAwaiting their sentenceAfter succumbing to the stormThey fell without respect For the surface belowThe watersContinue reading “Broken”
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