Fire Season

    burning, dulled.

   No sun is this but
     an eye, I think,

  glaring     through    this        haze  of    smoke and    ash;      through this     blanket   of
               rural      smog;     thick    and   brown--
                                                                                     inland   summer          fog.

                                                          rc                                           e
              e   C                           a                el                           h            M
      n                a               c                               y           t                          oun
O                           n  S                                           See                                     tains.

The End

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