this small town
it was idyllic
but maybe unremarkable
quiet in spring/summer/fall/winter
a place of life
then in the night
tornado tore through
but if you stood at dawn
looking east to the sun
the rain drops on the grass
glistened like shattered diamond
and all seemed well
in the aftermath;
you just had to ignore
all the death and destruction
and pretend as if nothing
had ever happened