Cache

The woodpeckers going at the palm trees
outside my window wake me today. 
 
Someone told me that palms aren’t 
true trees, but I don’t think the birds care. 
 
Down the road, someone’s cache of fireworks 
explodes all at once, killing some people, 
 
taking out his house, sending the fire trucks 
screaming down the road. The neighbors gather 
 
outside to watch the smoke plume over the city. 
The woodpeckers don’t seem to notice at all.

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