Monday Musing

,I am adopting an idea from the talented Michelle H. Barnes.  It's called MONDAY MUSING.

A couple of Friday's ago, I wanted to share a Fire poem that was rolling around in my head. But alas, I waited and struggled getting it our and then the news of Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg and hit and the blog post went a different direction.

I happened upon a poem by Kim Stafford and was taken by the craft: each line held only three words.  I had found my mentor text for my fire poem based on daily observations during those dark, ashened days.

​Here is the poem:

Fire Week by Jone Rush MacCulloch

on Labor Day
we eat dinner
graffiti decorates walls
I add mine

forty-eight hours later
the restaurant burns
to the ground
with the town

smoke suffocates sky
asthma lungs labor
a giant campfire
nobody has s’mores

we can’t breathe
say Covid patients
we can’t breathe
say police victims
we can’t breathe
says climate change

ash cloud pillows
smother the sun
smoke suffocates sky
coast to coast

oxalis, mice, ferns,
pets, firs, children
hallowed ash dust
feed forests, gardens

silent curfew streets
birds stop singing
smoke suffocates sky
we can’t breathe

we weep



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