Having made it through the Frankenstorm, I thought I’d walk around my neighborhood and see how it fared as well.
There are a fair number of downed trees
some that look a bit war-torn
some other casualties
like downed USPS boxes
flattened median bushes
up-ended garden benches
and broken umbrellas (someone thought this would actually offer protection!)
But people are getting back in the saddle
stocking up on beer
and cleaning up as best as they can.
And despite the occasional squall that chased the sun away every few minutes
So it looks like things (in Queens at least) are getting back to normal
In gusts of wind, a faint wood hum.
Plucked leaves and broken petals dance.
The wind departs, the wood is dumb,
And floating yellows gather brown.
The Ballad of a River