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in the weary calm
after the storm
it is time
to get moving again.
pick up
the pieces,
pick your entrails
off the floor
clean them
and put them back
where they belong.

i think
i will
take a few minutes,
smoke a cigarette
and stare at this mess,
at the intensity,
i get the broom
and declare it
over and done with.