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Gone into fire
into change
so complex
It had to be forced

Lost in a mixture
heavy bags and
stained rags
under slow drizzle

frantic footprints drying
Among the ancient debris
in a fallen house
and stone spire

Lost in a mixture
of mud, shale, baubles
wet ashes and char
See where he makes fires?

in the char of my house
in the hill of wet ashes
who would use this mixture
even for fill?

Reviews

[Arthur Weil]

Very nice and timely for the events in Northern California.