Out of the Blue

I was watching, when it fell-
without a sound, I swear!- or warning;
Just fell, and made a
nuisance of my morning.

A stiffened limb sticking out
my windshield- a trunk upon my hood.
Not as stout, I guess,
as fifteen tons of wood.

Later, at a waiter-ed booth,
with her, and friends, pressed in beside me,
soothed by time and booze,
I laughed at that damned tree.

"How could it fall?" I droned,
"without even a breeze to the air?"
As my hands, unknown,
placed flowers in her hair.

And when I heard she loved me...
well, that spell I hadn't meant to cast
Sometimes it's softly;
what falls on you at last.