WIND AND ASHES PART TWO
I walked up there today.
The sun is pink,
and just bright enough
to make everything invisible
in the haze.
Smoke, cloudy dust
rises up out of the valley;
it stung my eyes;
the house smells like it.
I saw two boys
wearing masks and walking a dog.
Things are quiet.
Red comes in through my windows.
Just the wind and my speech;
only windy sounds.
Things will burn out;
and then take new seed.
It will go black and dead
and then spring up.
The smoke will seed clouds
over the ocean;
they'll blow in.
Winds will change