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the forest fire (prismacolor marker on sketch paper)
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The damn forest fire is back...it might kill the forest bee, but there are always others bees.... Good luck bees and flower. I'll miss you.
From a pain in my chest, I woke,
wandering why the smoke
did not clear
The smell of soot
lingered, what would
be left to hold
Could such a tiny amber
cause this tragedy,
and how
Pushed by the wind, carried
from another, and/or sparked
heaven to earth ?
Clouds of grey, forming
piggyback images
my chest begins
to hurt
...and my mouth dry.
or is it the supernova?
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