STORM DAMAGE trees shattered children crawling a little downhill a little uphill through wolf cave branches fell clustered on the ground a bright spot broken in the leaves above the wolf left us his howl when the trees broke their roots lifted half circles of clay out of clay a home is made past the splintered trunks for the first time in a hundred years the sun reaches the forest floor the dark howls the light howls differently no home made of clay is untouchable some have a little time left this involves you and the wind blowing the wind coming on past your ears