Orange and golden
before the sun sets down
haze in the sky
too high
no smell of smoke
in the prairie azure blue
gigantic fires rage
on the western edge
frantic fire fighters
do battle against
ferocious tongues of
roaring vicious flames.
“Smoke veils the air like souls in drifting suspension,
declining the war’s insistence everyone move on.”
~ Jayne Anne Phillips, Lark & Termite
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