Detritus

The storms last week were not as scary here
as forecasters announced they’d likely be.
I’m sure they’re right about the atmosphere,
the power outages, accounts of tree
collapse, but individuals appear
less devastated than reports. It’s clear
I’d better trust what I can hear and see –
not media. And now I’ll sweep debris.

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