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Anger likely spurred him on as he continued cutting
sawed until the curtain of backyard trees was down
a gash in the row of hundred-foot pines
a gap in the privacy of small houses along the road.
He might have been frustrated one time too many:
her mother’s comment that days are too dark inside
or she told him again to close the bathroom door;
then in the morning nothing could be done
the infuriated breach was strewn with branches and limbs.