I kept waking up with sore teeth. Clenching.
There was a moaning in the trees behind the house.
A new sound. I imagained a calf, a sheep, a bear cub.
In truth, it is that broken tree leaning on the others.
Their relationship was altered by yesterday's supercell.
You are just waiting to fall. They say, "
We've got you".
But they're just waitng too.
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