Saturday, August 2, 2025

Smoke in the Valley


There’s smoke in the valley, again, 
And no matter how far down I slide 
The little icon that tells my camera 
How much light to take in, 
It still can’t capture the rosiness of the sun; 
How red it is, as it hangs there in the sky, 
Blushing at the thought of all those fires, 
All with their curious names: 
Bear Gulch, and Hamma Hamma;
 Hiawatha, and Discovery; 
Stud Horse, Pomas, and Striped Peak, 
All burning in the summer heat…

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