After The Storm

after the passing of the storm
last night
the leaves are in disarray
entangled in some
broken twigs
on the ground

i look at the window
down under
and see the mess

on a tree fronting my window
i hear the mocking bird
singing

trying to resolve the disorder
at the top of its
lingering song

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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