The Locus(ts) of Change

They swept into the tree in the dark
Gone by morning.  And what we knew of that tree
Was gone.

Except for the branches and trunk
Important both but the form, the beauty, the image, the visible
Was changed.

We can hear it coming on the horizon

It will sweep through the land in dark and light
Gone so soon.  And what we know of the “here”
Will be gone.

Except for that which must remain
Important (indeed vital for life), but the form, the known, the comfortable
Will change.

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