Jul 24, 2021

Far above this gloom.

The smoke from a forest fire fills the valley 

As if it was a bowl. I haven’t seen a bird all day. 

A fine ash has settled on everything, on our lives. 

Even the sun looks hazy and gray, 

But it pleases me to know that the sun is actually safe, 

Far above this gloom. 

Something moves in one of my redwood trees; 

There is a bird after all. 

A lark.




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