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...