The sun pushes upward into an empty city.
The triple tree-of-heaven, Ailanthus,
Toppled once to the east, twice to the west,
Roots a waking bear crack the pavement as it falls.
Wrack and wreckage,
Flotsam flung from a receding wave.
What did you lose?
What did you surrender?
Because there was no choice save surrender,
As sun and moon met the Earth Shaker.
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Author: Kim K. McCrea
Kim K. McCrea earned her BA in English before embarking on a career in technology and public service. Kim won Oregon Writers Colony 2018 essay award, Treefort’s 2017 Wild West Writing Prize, and was named runner-up in Cutbank 2018 Big Sky/Small Prose contest. Her creative nonfiction is featured in Cutbank, Tishman Review, Cagibi, and elsewhere; she is the author of the novel Pandora's Last Gift. A native of the Pacific Northwest, Kim lives in Oregon, where she studies the moon and stars and wanders with her Labrador in the rain.
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