California burns.
Your life separate from us?
Now just smoke and ash.
San Diego fire 5 – Family back east
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California burns.
Your life separate from us?
Now just smoke and ash.
Spring Valley is bone
dry. Here in New York skies rain
tears of compassion.
What’s necessary?
The triage of memory.
A pyre to the past.
Photos first, then the
baby albums. Love letters.
We can buy new clothes.
At 6:30 they
awake to find I’m still up.
The curse of deadlines.
Sometimes when others
envision us in new light,
we become realized.
Insomnia has
tattooed across my eyelids
its wide-awake stare.
Can it be midnight?
I’m losing track of time, hours
misplaced like lost keys.
Today computers
obsess me. (I must go back
to baking cookies.)
You think you know me.
Carefully constructed, I
reinvent daily.