2018.01.19.
Smoke into Us
On the yard, the squirrels are flamingSome merely smoulder, the grass is burning
The inferno reaches the power line
On the yard, the squirrels are flaming
Stella, Kiki, and other friends
The trees blacken too
On the yard, the squirrels are flaming
The plinth is glowing, the wallpaper curls up
The posters fall down on me
I am sorting items
Not noticing how in their shadows
Someone replaces them with unfamiliar ones
The temperature is beautiful
Launis was not around to say that
At least I was ready
On the yard, the squirrels are flaming
Some merely smoulder, the grass is burning
The electric sea reaches up to the eaves