On the heels of Irene,
recently stormed through,
comes aromatherapy for dogs.
The middle-sized black one
sniffs out the remains of life
leaking from torn branches.
At the pure small pool
formed in the hollow below
the fallen tree’s root ball
is mudbath magic and
where the sun strikes home
rises
the smell of eternity.
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