The air is orange...
smoke snakes down the Sierras.
He and the dog went up there.
A wind pours hot by my rough cheeks.
The sheep are running wild.
The sky turns a pale grey:
a soldiers color.
I will evaporate waiting here.
I hear the dog's faint bark
in crackling timber.
Promises no longer matter!
A rush of raging heat.
The dog drags to my feet.
Too late.
The faint cruel whimper
of impending death.
Eyes burn and tears
are dry.
Aurelia!
I hear him call my name.
Aurelia!
Even fireman die.
The Sierras burn on faster...
Some lonely night I will go and gather his bones.
Then, I will take him home.
Jul 27, 2010
Jul 27, 2010 at 10:12 AM UTC
The air is orange...
smoke snakes down the Sierras.
He and the dog went up there.
A wind pours hot by my rough cheeks.
The sheep are running wild.
The sky turns a pale grey:
a soldiers color.
I will evaporate waiting here.
I hear the dog's faint bark
in crackling timber.
Promises no longer matter!
A rush of raging heat.
The dog drags to my feet.
Too late.
The faint cruel whimper
of impending death.
Eyes burn and tears
are dry.
Aurelia!
I hear him call my name.
Aurelia!
Even fireman die.
The Sierras burn on faster...
Some lonely night I will go and gather his bones.
Then, I will take him home.
I know what it's like to lose a fireman