After the Storm

We remain silent
After hours of heavy
Heavenly rattling.
With things outside
Settling into place,
We must know this by now:

The fallen leaves and branches
On the street will not
Sweep themselves clean;
Just as how the traces
    Of mud,
like the fingerprints of Earth,
Lingers in the very core
    Of home.

Dear, the Earth is moving,
And as it moves, we must
Make sure it moves
With us.

    (A cleansing after the storm.)

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