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In the Morning We Found

Todd Boss

In the morning we found
40 acres of oaks
torn to the ground.
The storm
had spattered barn,
house, shed, whole
farm in red mud
and a leafy shred.
My parents walked,
alone and paired,
through the weird
carnage, mourning
—downed trees still
green and breathing
as soon they would
no more—fallen
as in a war.