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Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Tanka on Fire || 63/365 - 65/365


A mile from the house
fields are burning, spewing out
dense ash, as grass burns—
we watch a column of smoke
stretch over the horizon.

A yellow moon
echoes the pale front porch light—
but not even this
is strong enough to console me
as brush fires motion closer.

Ash drifts in the yard,
falling from nearby brush fires—
too close for comfort.
The air, heavy with silence,
hums with a strange emphasis.

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