1.
fighting off
another wind shift
another fire
line
in blood
coughing thru
the mountains
west
gray haze
running
toward the
abyss
geese heading
south
early
their wings
in rhythm
2.
at the fire
watch look-out
there was a
fading notepad
of greasy
thumb prints
words ringing
out
through an
hourglass
like every
lonely day
of heat and
the sacred
water hauling
from the creek
there were
humming birds
in early
morning light
and coyote
howls
by night
3.
indelible
branding left
on the
ponderosa
the pinyon
and
especially the aspen
a forest
stripped back bare
a hundred
years growth
gone to
carbon
just for the
touch of a million dollar house
--- e b bortz
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