stranded in the middle of a wildfire
flames a hunnard feet high
wish that thundercloud would roll by
tornado or not
plows in the fields left to burn
cats and dogs already ran off
ain't no one to fight it
the bright, melting, smoke maker
a disaster area, huh
hell yes
black, ash covered valleys
charred trees, still rooted
trashman came and nothing was left
a raw, but cleaner, land remained
dirt, fortified with fossils
labor awaits
winds are gushing
like herds of rocketships
the late spring storms, violent and teasing
damn fires.
