a soiled fleece in the ferns
a smudged out horizon
fire leaves in a fire sky
last gasps of life muted by
actual gasping
we seal up our homes
bring the rain and the ocean
underground
smoke air moves
through smoke places
energy cancels energy
rabbits and crows skirt the human gulf
intolerable if not broken down
crumbs too minuscule
to snack on
squishy shoes pace
parched lands
don’t want those worlds
to touch
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