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.
Todd Boss’s first full-length poetry collection, Yellowrocket, is forthcoming this November from W. W. Norton. His work has appeared in the New Yorker, Missouri Review, New England Review, Poetry, and other publications. He is the director of External Affairs at The Playwright’s Center in Minneapolis and lives in St. Paul with his wife and two children.