10-19-15
I tend to say
this is where I was
and these are the things that happened
on the day.
Tonight against the rain we made a fire
small and content with its proscribed surrounds--
safe as iron houses, filled with smoke.
Imagining other small things against the night,
I wondered how they dealt,
and if they feared
as the wind drove forward the misty rain
to do its tasks.
We let it fade, the little fire
because we are in control. Our words
can summon more.
We don’t think of this
or the light leaking into clouds
from the freeway
when we hear the first coyote cry.
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