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After Storm Matthew
















©
Shers Gallagher 2016



...we gather our lives with roots and fronds
that we glean and shuck away.
Damage assesses as power returns
the roofs overhead of family and friends
now safe and dry.

We begin again,
mattering more than all our treasured gleam
collected in hoards of attic-filled piles
while the eye of the storm approaches
as the evening's thief we’ve been ever watching
yet still comes round in one short breath
to so easily steal our lives away.

What matters more than only this?
To be generous of heart and gracious of mind
and exceed beyond the glory of self
as we allow all to live in peace and calm
to weather another day.

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