The giant plane tree cracked, toppling beyond fence and shed to scatter
A dormant vulnerability across the suburb.
Cloaked in the chimera of living, professing all the facades of toughness
Nevertheless, the tree was tossed lightly aside.
As the strong broke and fell, small plants struggling to breathe grew upright
And real, becoming more than they appeared as
Adornments clinging to the frontiers of earth. I ventured out
To countenance the damage
Expecting to see young seedlings gone, withered and drowned by torrents of rain.
It was not so.
How lightly they wear their grit, how perfunctory their survival, a preamble
To struggle yet to come.
I shiver in the cold, pulling on an overcoat as a substitute for pessimism.
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