to
shelter in place
is
that all we have left
at
least here
in
the alleghenies
where
the last
of
the green maples
are the shelter
from
california to kansas
the
forests are burning
thru
the ambivalence
maybe
that's not the right word
the
lock on the mind
now
free
waiting
for a helicopter rescue
it
was just a couple years ago
that
we camped in the big pines
outside
of durango
the
gravel road leading in
was
usually quiet
i
wonder how it is today
do
we run or shelter in place
cell
towers to fracking pads
to
manicured lawns
to
window rocks
a
sunrise stolen
---
e b bortz
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