Poems by Steven Federle
Sunday, August 30, 2020
Wildfire in Paradise
The burnt sky of
Paradise, drifts
towards the sea.
On acrid breezes
ashes fall —
promises scattered
and consumed,
as the sun —
its dark,
bloody husk,
exposed at last —
hangs, ruined.
11/11/2018
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