Reported
The storm came and went.
Next day's damage assessment,
approximate,
One Hundred Trees In Central Park.
Unreported
My father's birds have lost their nests.
There is no shade for my mother's head.
Next day's damage assessment,
sidereal phantom above the urban forest
screeching Dead father! Dead mother!
One Hundred Trees in Central Park!
the approximate carried
on the wings of the exact.
One Hundred Trees in Central Park.