POWERLESS

 

 

It’s black early yet,
few lanterns glowing
across the quiet canyon,

drought-killed Blue Oaks:
roots simmering
in the rock-hard ground.

The wind will turn
the burnt to gray
until the rains

bring a fresh green
start—nothing
we can change.

 

3 responses to “POWERLESS

  1. If it started with sparks from a grinder…..will your neighbor get a bill? Should.

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  2. So sorry this happened. I am glad you are safe.

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