December sky
sifts through the charred forest—
over the phone
my brother and I
resurrect our ghosts
—The Bamboo Hut, vol 1, no. 2
This one was written in December 2011, three months after the second, and most destructive, set of wildfires of the year swept through our region. Flames were practically at our "back door," and we had to evacuate (right after we'd relocated there) for eight days. In this same time frame, one or two additional fires apparently were deliberately set at the front of our little community.
On a very different note:
H A P P Y N E W Y E A R !




