November Nineteen

Streetlight shadows a huge black tree It's dead, it seems, except for one limb that moves with a tiny breeze Like it only has a few gasps left Forecast for November 20 - thunder in the evening I can’t help but wonder how this tree will be coping tomorrow night Will this evening’s hint of peace erupt into rabid panic amongst these tired branches again A final storm to cleanse, or the beginning of a the whole thing breaking down We can’t press pause on this scene for much longer Weighed down by our emblems It is perhaps time to be set free...