The Storm—Aftermath

The apple boxes caught the falling tree—
an old willow—the boxes my mom placed
by her tomato plants, after transplanting,
to shield the tomatoes from gusty wind.

Like wings, the wooden boxes bore
the willow tree above the torn
and muddied tomatoes with August
still in the future.



About Katie Eberhart

Katie Eberhart's poems and essays have appeared in Cirque Journal, SAND JOURNAL, and other places. Katie has an MFA in Creative Writing and degrees in geography and economics. She currently lives in Central Oregon where she blogs about nature and literature at
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