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Posted by on Dec 11, 2017 in Poetry | 2 comments

DRIVING INTO FIRE

DRIVING INTO FIRE

DRIVING INTO FIRE

Driving into fire with my Father tonight
The sun like a cherry in a froth of gray
The black folds of earth and the hanging haze
Of smoke as the flames form steeples
And molten fields explode across houses
Cities sunk in cinders, as Father sits beneath the fig tree
Surrounded by palm and citrus, mouth agape,
Under robes a man of mute, scattered memories.
Fire climbs the ridge and feathers the canyon wall
Chaparral globed with blood ignites
Headlights crawl through the volcanic light
That shimmers on pools, pale dying iris of sky.

2 Comments

  1. Thank you,Emily. Are you enjoying the snow?

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