Something happened here,
We pick our way through
Debris cast asunder;
Forces hidden and powerful
Now exposed and naked
Under a sun-bright canvas.
Shadows leave clues
in flattened grass
and trees bent broken,
Not losing the game
Just recycled for return
When least expected.
Not a one-time thing,
The aftermath
Makes the earth
Each time forgotten
Surprising no one
Only those who watch
And listen.
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