wildfire in Bush canyon today
the sky doubtful with ash
fluttering and flirting
like eyelashes
the heat gasps in and lays low
over the heavy lapped valley
like a drowned body
and the trees stand.
bare-armed as preachers
meanwhile the sun lapses
over the horizon
pressured into and attitufe
of reverence-
a bland face
regarding the fizz tipped heads of grass
bearing judiciary wigs of ashe.
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