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Wildfire A black column on the hill behind the house Blue skies, sun’s blaze burning our skin “I’m dying inside” Yellow light redolent with burning pine Smoke stings our eyes “This is not living” Red faces, wide eyes fixated on the wind Helicopters chop the sky “Get a real job, like a real man” Distant sirens wail; a glow on the ridge Raining orange embers on the houses below “I love you but I’m not in-love with you” The distance felt; hell is coming Watching helter skelter devastation “I’ve felt this way for years” My arms wrap tightly Flames grow on the dry hills “Do you know how this hurts me” The order comes, “Evacuate” We pack up the litter of our lives “I was hoping we could stay friends” Five minutes to consider What is needed; what is important “It’s over” Wood makes up our lives Papers with numbers, papers with stains we call pictures “I’m leaving” Into the Pathfinder Into the Charger “But what about Mom”

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