Bull Run Fire
Five miles east
wind in my face
and the fire plume,
a violet volcano
Five miles east, but close enough,
the white wash coat of burned juniper
forcing the Saturn in the nostrils,
Hackberry Mountain, fizzling out
in a downpour, monsoon downdrafts
blowing ash into a many shouldered beast
We went home and made a list
of what we would need when
the call for evacuation came,
craving a disaster to bring
the memory awake, the dreaming down.
Great thin-legged clouds spiderwalk
their way across the purple ridge,
purple with weather; precious things
shake in their cupboards, forgotten.
Lightning pounds the mesas,
the wind pushing down in atomic bundles
of white orange flasks of violence,
a curtain on the sun, a dirty window of light,
a blowout of compressed desires
pressing the sky, re-animating us.
wind in my face
and the fire plume,
a violet volcano
Five miles east, but close enough,
the white wash coat of burned juniper
forcing the Saturn in the nostrils,
Hackberry Mountain, fizzling out
in a downpour, monsoon downdrafts
blowing ash into a many shouldered beast
We went home and made a list
of what we would need when
the call for evacuation came,
craving a disaster to bring
the memory awake, the dreaming down.
Great thin-legged clouds spiderwalk
their way across the purple ridge,
purple with weather; precious things
shake in their cupboards, forgotten.
Lightning pounds the mesas,
the wind pushing down in atomic bundles
of white orange flasks of violence,
a curtain on the sun, a dirty window of light,
a blowout of compressed desires
pressing the sky, re-animating us.
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