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Some storms are quiet
No caterwalling and bailful banshees
just broken branches and fallen leaves the following morning.
Was it sudden, was it violent
or did the bough just give in
with no lingering goal or hanging hope?
A thousand fractures
or a singular snap?
You might never know.
Not without a note,
signed, dated, postmarked
loved ones in the most unexpected places.
Where will I be when I hear the news?
Was it something I didn't say?
