Prairie Fire


Rolling clouds

and thunder pass.

Miles away,

and miles high.

Parched ground

begging for rain.


cough grey smoke

up into the horizon.

Scent of a dry spring.

Things green up slow,

and even the insects

find hard purchase.

This is an angry season.

Most folks just smile.

Fire evacuees fill up

the local hotels.

Everyone puts on

a brave face,

but there’s a heat

coming off them.

Fire in their eyes

and jaws clenched.

Another fire,

another storm,

just looking for a spark,

as they dry prairie

bakes in the Sun.



DJR – 2023

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